I hate the word homophobia.
It is not a phobia.
You are not scared.
You are just an asshole.
(Source: auditoryassault)
LAX to O’Hare//The Academy Is…MPLS to O’Hare
This time tomorrow I’ll nearly be in Chicago.
(Source: colinhanks)
I met a man on the bus today, who only referred to himself as Louie, followed by the number four, and a swift clap. Louie taught us all a few things today. For example, Louie told me that the Nazi’s had taken up residency in outer space, namely on the moon. There, they were rebuilding and…
I’m trying to get them to play, or run around, or anything besides cuddle in a corner and quake in fear with each other. So far it’s failing miserably.
When I was in second grade every Sunday was a full fledged emotional sob fest because I absolutely did NOT want to go to school the next day. I’ve basically been reliving that pre-terror this past week only for work, not school. I can’t even express how badly I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. It makes me so unhappy that I should just quit but I can’t bring myself to do that until I have another job. Money sucks. I just want to be able to do whatever I want to do fo free.