They were friends, neighbors, partners, strangers… all synonymous...– the only part I liked of some poorly written short story I wrote a few months ago.
tardis-at-hogwarts asked: I FREAKING MISS YOU! I miss you and Evan talking about God-knows-what, and being silly and funny and hipster and adorable, and how sweet and wonderful you are, and that all my dear seniors are gone and graduated! It's just not the same without you!
An Open Letter to the Person Who Lobbed a Rock...
Yes, this vagrant act of puerile vandalism was indeed a very constructive manner for expressing violent dominance, which you most certainly have been using as a surrogate for actual substance of person in order to fill the intellectual void currently inhabiting your dilapitated and underdeveloped nerve pathways. Well done. And no, I only reach this level of sarcasm when someone fucks with my...
I feel like there's some nice symmetry to this...
This is the 20th anniversary and my 5th year of Lollapalooza. 10 days after the festival, I leave for university. It will be my dad’s last year attending; he was the person who introduced me to live music in the first place. It’s just kinda nice.