Another One Comes Down

Another one of those nights where I can’t get past the overwhelming feeling that I’m always going to be alone. I’ve been alone all my life. The past two weeks, since I quit my job, have been even lonelier still. I can’t expect things to be any different in Texas. But hopefully there I’ll be somewhere that I can accomplish something meaningful, worthwhile. Tonight I went to see a my friend’s band play a free show. He’s the only person I talked to other than some drunk guy asking for change (he also talked about not getting laid in four years, wishing he could sniff a girl’s asshole again, and getting slapped earlier for asking to lick a girl’s asshole for her, but that’s neither here nor there). I thanked my friend for being nice to me and helping me out in college. I told him I hoped his band would be successful and make it to Austin. They’re actually really fucking good. Yesterday the only people I talked to were the people who took my orders at Subway and the coffee shop. The days before that, probably just my family and a few phone calls from friends. If I tried to think and remember all the wordless, lonesome days over the years, I’d drive myself crazy. I’m sure there are more to come.

That is the most metal goat I’ve ever seen.

That is the most metal goat I’ve ever seen.

courgegirl-messed-up:


One of my favorite quote of Malcolm in the middle.

courgegirl-messed-up:

One of my favorite quote of Malcolm in the middle.

It never fails. Sick on vacation again.

At least I have hydrocodone syrup. Thnx ma!

greshnaya:

gnawing feeling that i haven’t achieved enough, i haven’t accomplished enough, i haven’t grown and learnt enough, have so much to do and i’m falling behind, in what was once a promising, turned mediocre, then eventually inadequate life. i want to hustle but i don’t know where to start. 

unterihremkissen:

untitled by 夏先生 on Flickr.
sovietpostcards:

1967
I detest my Motherland from head to toe, but when foreigners agree with me on this I feel very offended
Alexander Pushkin (via ohaieris)
Americans used to come to places like this to write and paint and study, to find deeper textures. Now we do business.
Don Delillo, The Names (via charlieambler)

Is it bad that I’m already bored? I’ve been unemployed for one whole day.

I know this sounds incredibly white, but goddamn I love vanilla yogurt.

Freeeeedooommm!!!

I am thinking of you.
What else can I say?
Margaret Atwood, from Postcards (via oceanghosts)