Just finished watching 'Synecdoche, New York'. It did something to me, but I'm not sure what, yet.
Even the lowest whisper can be heard—over armies—when it's telling the truth.
Today feels better than yesterday - for a change.
I wanna be able to disappear in a poof!
... and then reappear!
“Things just happen. What the hell.” -Terry Pratchett
i thought today was friday.
because last night was thursday.
it's still thursday.
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.
I sabotage relationships. There's something seriously wrong with that.
Shit is still with me, smelling.
This cannot be real.
I hate when people bitch about feeling neglected.
Of course I would forget my bag with all my stuff for class.... Just one more unnecessary trip I make for myself.