I didn’t know it was trendy to be an entitled child of privilege and questionable talent Wait… I did!
watching Mad Max in a hurricane
Alive and eating fancy eggs Reliable internet for about another 30 minutes werq
It is 8:24 AM. I am on a commuter train bound for Stamford, CT. I am surrounded by strangers. I am going to watch an episode of Jerry Springer be filmed.
Stuck alone in Brooklyn with no idea where to go. I wish it was cooler out so I could wear a cape. #gayproblems
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astonishments: Carrots are fucking the earth. A permanent erection, the push deeper into the damp and dark. All summer long they try so hard to please. Was it good for you, was it good? Perhaps because the earth won’t answer they keep on trying. While you stroll through the garden thinking carrot cake, carrots and onions in beef stew, carrot pudding with caramel sauce, they are fucking their...
you should just show people pictures of your teeth and tell them that’s your art– my dentist (via elsportfolio) I did that once!
i just want to wear the internet, is that so...
I was just told by the stately black queen at the church thrift store on Gramercy that I have an aura “meant for creative pursuits.”
Male Hipster explaining EGL to Female Hipster
There is too much happening. This is… ~hiatus~
elsportfolio replied to your post: well, fuck. oh dodo. i’m so sorry, that’s the pits. go to the bank and withdraw cash! nyc is cash city anyway! love you and your frugal self Unfortunately I lost my debit card too so no cash withdrawal. Hope NYC is check city. ugh
I lost my bag somewhere between the waterfront and the subway. Thankfully nothing irreplaceable, though my driver’s license will be a bitch to get back. The debit and credit cards too. I’m without any money until that gets taken care of. Fuck, my tummy hurts.
Photo: sonomama: http://t.co/WX6J6YR
Dude with a bushy ponytail and a pink Floyd tee over cargo shorts and wal mart sneakers eating his pancakes and eggs immaculately, fork and knife, in the lobby of this Holiday Inn Express
he’s a tourist. he vacations in people’s lives, takes pictures, puts them in his...– late night tv (via kroll)
When I was 4 sheets to the wind last night I texted my friend “did you know that 1/4 gays believe they are god”
A - If I'm in love.
B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.
C - How long it's been since I've kissed.
D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.
E - How many holes I have in my ears.
F - Give me any options, like 'hot or cold?'
G - The last person I said 'I love you' to.
H - The last person I hugged.
I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.
J - How old I am.
K- What my full name is.
L - If I have siblings.
M - If I forgive betrayal.
N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.
O - If I like my school.
P - What kind of music I like.
Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.
R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.
S - 2 habits.
T- 5 things I love unconditionally.
U - How many texts I send daily.
V - 3 big dreams.
W - An idol.
X - If I've done something I regret very much.
Y - If I like my town and why.
Z - Ask any question you want.
What a fucking night. I made it to manhattan.
Help I’m a normal person dancing
I’m gonna love it AND live it, bifches.
I just yelled “it must suck to be old” in basically a retirement village, by accident Ugh
When you’re a femme queen with the body of a linebacker
Let's Get (not nearly as) Vulnerable
I want to make one late night internet confession/scream into the wind tunnel: I really wish I didn’t have such a strong need to be liked by everybody and I mean everybody. Thank you.