GODDAMNIT TUMBLR WHERE ARE ALL THE BREASTS YOU OWE ME
God bless all of your topless lesbians and undulating ennui, Tumblr. It’s like everyone is acting out Rules of Attraction in bite-sized pieces for my enjoyment.
There’s something ugly inside of me, or maybe something that’s just painful, that I bury with whiskey so I never have to deal with it.
‘Don’t bug me this weekend. I don’t want to talk to you. Have fun.’
‘You know, if those people are so important to you, maybe you oughta just fucking stay there.’
The story of Drive has an almost biblical simplicity to it. You have a getaway driver with a code. That getaway driver with a code meets a girl and he breaks the code in order to save her. Everything goes wrong and he kills everybody. In a lot of ways it’s the oldest story in the book. A man falls in love. And then the trouble starts.
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| — | adam siegel, producer (via plultra) |
an ivory statue statue of a goddess
pressed down
upon the brow of man
and murmured
“tell us what you know.
what is right?
what is the right of man?”
and no one had an answer,
but they thought they did;
maybe they were right
but the world forgot
and moved on without them.
“You’ve led a good life. In your youth you’d travelled the land…But that was a lifetime ago. Today, your bones are tired, your mind is fleeting and old skills are long forgotten. Bitterly, you feel the end approaching, and one day you squeeze into your rusty old armour and start off into the nearest dungeon for one last chance at recapturing old glory.”
Things I Can Do by the Time My Roommate Stops Pooping
- Run 3 miles
- An entire sink’s worth of pots and pans
- Unload, reload, wash, and unload the dishwasher
- Get my phone stolen by our neighbor (I may never see it again)
- Lay out on the deck for 10 minutes
- Dick around on Instagram for 10 minutes, I’m not even kidding, that thing is great
- Drink 3 glasses of water
- Shine shoes
Seriously, this isn’t Ireland; you don’t have to subsist off of dirt and potatoes.
