That awkward moment when you realize you lost everything.
Jesus
They Threw A Party
You have that guy that’s crazy about you. He’s staying up until four talking to you for some reason and, although it’s safe to understand that you’re probably never going to move as far you would like, you give him a chance. And he walks into that chance and feels accomplished. And you feel good as if he’s giving you a chance back. He stayed up until four texting you. He was intrigued by all your weird idioms. If two people get along so well, why the hell not enjoy each other’s company. But he’s not giving you a chance. He’s just someone you met in the lounge or a mutual friend or some dude at a party who really wants to feel raw. They all want to feel raw. The music reminds them and it’s piquing because of you and your lady parts. It’s all in the lady parts. Everything is primitive.
But there’s no chance for you.
Don’t fool yourself.
Kelsey Cat
I lost hope. The end is near.
I went to a senior hair salon today and had my hair barely touched by the blow dryer. Then I went to some classy-looking salon three blocks away and had my hair barely touched by the flat iron. I miss my old hairdresser in Danbury. She knew what was up.
vagabond-ing asked: Sam looks so hipster in that picture!
I know right! I picked that shirt. And those pants. He should dress like that always.