Whenever someone breaks up with you or one of your friends does something really cartoonishly terrible, your immediate consolation is that this is going to make for a great essay.
Funny, but in a scary way?
Every song I’ve posted here is erroring.
I just don’t even.
This.
I just realized
that every, terrible, painful, tax-payer money wasting meeting I had to attend during my time at Mission Support Alliance (Hanford), was really just the result of someone’s festering childhood issues playing out in a very unsympathetic, cold, “mature” environment for the rest of us to ignore and/or feel uncomfortable about.
Yay government!
"Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person."
— David Foster Wallace (via beautyisanillusion)
(via whydoihaveablog)
Internet, I give up. You win today.
