January 2011
“a bad trip? this whole country, this whole world is on a bad trip, friend, but...”
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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3 computer classes in a row =
bullshit on tumblr all day.
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got no mail this week. going to a show tonight with AIMEE (:
also my older sister just locked her padlock key inside her bedroom. hahaha slut.
waldosia
osteal:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
waiting for mail. buh.
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it is SO cold and my throat hurts and i’m very sleepy today. i didn’t sleep fah shet last night. i’m about to go fail a latin final, take the bus home, and run to the mail box. god, i hope i’ve got mail.
everyone sux
run silent. run deep.: stop being a chode. →
reversethread:
I keep taking chances going to shows where I know I’m bound to have a miserable time. Tonight I drove out to New Britain to see Into It. Over It. Why? Evan is a rad dude, he writes the raddest tunes, and, even being broke and on tour was buying records off of me. Fucking awesome, I support him…
