Sometimes I feel like I’m still the scared little girl in the backseat of my parents’ car while they yelled and screamed at each other, helpless and terrified about where the future could take me and completely unable to do anything at all to affect its course.
Every time I listen to Roslyn by Bon Iver & St. Vincent I cry and cry for a stupid amount of time. I’ll think about it at random times during my day and I have this weird lump that forms in my stomach and some how no matter how hard I try to push it down it travels up to my throat and it stays there, reminding me tears are coming soon. And they do come, I just never know how soon.
XBOX kinect voice control is like one of those dogs that does anything when commanded so you have to spell out certain words like P-L-A-Y so it doesn’t start freaking out on you
Perv out here in 1987 and you guys are eating it up.
yo momma so fat that the de Broglie wavelength she generates when walking is 0