December 2011
“I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest...”
– Michel Foucault (via theworstday)
secret bloodless skinless mess mix →
“Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
I subsist on green tea, soup, and drenching my food in raw honey. Being sick sucks. I never get sick. It’s almost over, thanks to my amazing immune system. I refuse to take medicine for viruses so over time I believe it has paid off. No energy to work-out though. Barely enough to make it through work.
The Black Keys new album is fucking fantastic. Been listening to it nonstop.
My dad goes through my mail and it pisses me off.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: degrassé →
adj. entranced and unsettled by the vastness of the universe, experienced in a jolt of recognition that the night sky is not just a wallpaper but a deeply foreign ocean whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways, who share our predicament but are already well out of…
