I think I had hit a point where my own happiness as to where I was living had become just as important as my desire to be in the right place for my career. I thought I could try and make it work out here. And so I did.
i used to be on here a lot a couple of years ago. then i just stopped. now i am back, and trying to make it a longer, active stay.
i like movies, vintage stuff, bizarre stuff, pizza, beer, all things weird and all things beautiful. i admire a few people: mike patton, henry rollins, anais nin, henry miller, frida kahlo, till lindemann and my mom. all the stuff i post is neatly organized (through tags, duh!). just like me, and unlike my life.
proud member of the misandrist feminazi group Glititterati.
pretty simple and pretty complex if you are lucky enough to get to know me. let's go!
"Sometimes I would get invited to a party or to go out to dinner by one of them and I would decline. Part of me wanted to go, but those kind of outings always made me feel even more alienated than usual. Hearing them talk made me feel lonely and hateful at the same time. Lonely because I didn’t fit in, never did. When I was reminded, it hurt. And hateful because it reaffirmed what I already knew, that I was alone and on the outside."
Rollins (via bnbmc)
and this is yet another reason why Henry is and will always be relevant in my life. because he speaks only truth.
i am such a horrible person. i still haven’t watched the last season. i do this with tv shows i like sometimes. i just don’t watch them because i know they will end and it saddens me. the craziest thing is that i managed to pass by all the fucking spoilers. i am good. and i will finish you, breaking bad. and that means i will miss you terribly.