Tonight I went on a 1am walk around my childhood community to stretch my bedridden legs, and it was a lot spookier than I thought it would be. Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the shadows, maybe it was because I was alone, or maybe it was the post-op pain killers I’m on, but I swear I saw little shadowy/ether-y figures in the ditches and in my periphery following me. Needless to say, I’m now home watching She’s the Man on TV.
Also I didn’t realize my yard has a fire hydrant in it.
A night of revelations, or maybe just hallucinations.
"There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain. I was in the car. And I was glad of it. Between one point on the map and another point on the map, there was the being alone in the car in the rain. They say you are not you except in terms of relation to other people. If there weren’t any other people there wouldn’t be any you because what you do, which is what you are, only has meaning in relation to other people. That is a very comforting thought when you are in the car in the rain at night alone, for then you aren’t you, and not being you or anything, you can really lie back and get some rest."
— Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men (via chasingtailfeathers)
(via crashinglybeautiful)
I;m just a teenage dirtbag, baby. And I hit my nose really fucking hard on a chair in the darkjust now when I was bending down to comfort a cat in the dark I hd just stepped on and im out of fucking triscuts. where the fuck are the triscuts when you fucking need them?
anfd now therew is a fucking bug on ,y screen.
and i opened my ellewood thompson white. suck it, americs!
UPDATE:::: My nose still really fucking hurts.
