second fever in less than three weeks. whaaat the fuuuck.
3am is not the time to call on people, no matter how lonely i feel.
light head. jellied legs. you know the feeling.
I’m almost entirely alone on a Metra to the suburbs. I cling to the last shreds of summer by force-feeding my ears garage pop and fuzzy summer love songs. I brave a tank top in the lower 70 degree spectrum. I think I’m reaching for a bit of escapism, but it’s too unreasonable to grasp. The summer is gone. A weekend away from the grime and the grind is so incredibly temporary...
i’m wearing handmade underwear. i constructed them out of an old food not bombs tshirt. that said, who wants to hang out?
at jewel-osco waiting for a prescription. the little boy next to me just farted.
i can’t sleep. i’m stir-crazy. i want to be in the woods or on the beach. i want some good, nocturnal company. i want a pizza and a bottle of wine.
jason-schwartzman-mini-movie-marathon. i heart huckabees. shopgirl. rushmore.
rain is a perfectly sculpted garden of wetness.
if i ever have a son, i’m going to name him phillip fry.
Shoplifting (why lefties should support it and... →
anarcho-queer: leftoftheleftoftheleft: Shoplifting is MORE ACCESSIBLE than the world of big business: anyone can do it, and many of the people whom big business usually shits on (parents with prams and wheelchair- bound, for example) have a positive advantage. Shoplifting is LESS IMMORAL than big business: it doesn’t exploit workers, kill animals, destroy rain forests or give cancer to...
i have broken my foot. first broken bone ever.