June 2012
174 posts
May 2012
71 posts
“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She...”
– Vladimir Nabokov
what the fuck is going on.
Fiona Apple is the only CD that will play at work and I’m losing my mind and everything feels like I’m in a hangover directed by tim burton and david lynch’s rape/love child. I hate to think about things right now, but this is a bad one lord have mercy.
Damn you Fiona, I’m, fre.ak,ing o.u,t,.
I think I'm dead.
if it wasn’t for the fact that I can still think, I think I’m dead.
Hot water will turn into ice faster then cold...
it turns into ice, and then cold water!?
Anonymous asked: who do you know in boston?
