I hope you have all signed up for the Zombie Run, because I have.
realstupid said: Shut up, man. You’re making us all look bad.
This is directed more toward An— I mean you, Sam, than anybody else but
THE INTERNET KEEPS PEOPLE TOGETHER!!!
Thank you Tumblr, Steam, Ventrilo, Skype, Twitter, and oh yeah Facebook.
But do not neglect your IRL friends!
My very good friend Patrick let me know last night that he would rather be friends with those he didn’t want to be a burden to physically. I thought it was strange at first but somehow I understood. He wanted to go back to the high school days where detachment was not even a word to us. What was detachment anyway? I mean, I understood. It was mostly that he wanted to go back to ‘talking’. It really didn’t matter what it was about. It was just… talk. It was a bunch of inside jokes, or concerns, or madness, or kicks, or whatever. It was friendship even through technology holy shit.
Now, mind you, Pat is someone I know very well and almost only exclusively because of the Internet. I know plenty of people that are like this and I’ve made really GREAT friends on the Internet and it is those I’ve mentioned hitherto that are still so inspiring that I am able to keep updating this Tumblr blahggaragarg so as to keep in touch with those I don’t frequently update. I like people. Distanced and not so much…
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Tonight I went to the theater alone. A tradition I began in essence of the contradictions of what solitude might mean to some people and also me. I viewed The Artist and was reminded of my childhood watching any and all black and white films with my great grandmother. More specifically I thought of both my great grandmother and great grandfather throughout the movie because it was a film taken place during their pre-pubescent era. And then it was also their teenage era. It was reassuring somehow. It was nice. Maybe just nice. Maybe that’s all it was but I enjoyed it and there was definitely a point where I wished I wasn’t alone but then I was alone again and I was still okay with it. I really was…
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School starts tomorrow. I hope I do well this semester. I was really close to not doing so well last semester.
Per chance, I’ll move back to LA. :)
I love you. Goodnight.
René Magritte, La Reproduction Interdit (Not To Be Reproduced), 1937
(via savanna)
i’m dying. my hormones are out of control right now oh my god. i’m dying. i haven’t been this sexually frustrated since high school. i can’t control my horny level.
My best advice would be to touch the fuck out of yourself. But that’s jus tme.
Egon Schiele - Embracing Couple, 1911
(Source: danny-esc)
thenoobyorker replied to your post: thenoobyorker replied to your photoset: This is my…
Haha yes, the last time I saw her I debated Jesse at her party for hours. He was pretty conservative which you know…
Aw man, I do know. I really haven’t talked to him about it though. He’s a big Lana Del Ray fan— I MEAN AYN RAND. :((
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How can I express my affections for you?
A cultural kiss on the cheek when I see you DUH *heart* creepyguy.gif
thenoobyorker replied to your photoset: This is my good friend Lucy, she’s teaching…
I MISS LUCY!
Skype every Sunday, you’re invited! And when she’s back in town, a beer with friends que no que yes.
I dedicate this song to TheNoobYorker or Machistado but rather I love you both.
no pretendo ser tu dueño
no soy nada yo no tengo vanidad
de mi vida doy lo bueno
soy tan pobre, que otra cosa puedo dar.
Am I still allowed to do this???
Personal: I just returned from arguably one of the best experiences of my nascent life. I’ll blog about that in the coming days, but in the meantime I have made this video because of reasons.
Adjust your volume settings accordingly.
I’m sorry you saw this.
Can we be friends yet?
This is my good friend Lucy, she’s teaching English in France [I’m proud of her because she worked incredibly hard and is still working hard despite her recent heartbreak but also wildly crazy and a goddamn little baby brat sometimes [also, she went to high school and is sometimes a good friend of the very sexy Luis]. In this series, she attempts to open a pickle jar and after nearly 45 minutes of absolute fail and several methods of ‘how to open a tight jar’, she prevails and that smile is proof of it. I congratulate her because I know most of that success comes from my cheering and confidence that she can do it. I love Lucy. Who doesn’t? She is like a little intelligent baby and at the same time you can have a discussion about the sexes or rather a humorous, vehemently sexist and private conversation about fisting. She will get mad though.
