It’s disgusting how fucking perfect The Strokes are

Just kill me already

Sometimes you have to kiss a few frogs

thefogworld:

Evening Sun - The Strokes

apparently putting a 42” inch tv in a room the size of a shoebox is a bad idea.

oh well

Summer fading, winter comes —
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

good grief who knew you could spend an entire paycheck on video games.

why does it seem that the harder I try to be happy the more miserable I feel

oh dear an existential crisis

(Source: mcavoyings)

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

quicksummary:

Everyone in town plays the lottery but instead of winning a million dollars, they win a million stones. Thrown at their face. Until they’re dead.

(Source: kid-simba)

bulimic-vegetarian:

Falling For You - Weezer

(Source: titusandonocus)

American Beauty

It seemed to him that she was all he could paint.

Her face burning so bright in his mind that he could see nothing else.

Within her eyes he could see the ocean; the waves crashing against each other, flowers blooming within those waves.

He could stare at that empty canvas and watch her face swim to the surface.

It seemed to him that she was all he could paint.

And so he painted nothing at all.

Since he was the only boy in a family of three girls. I, being the eldest of the three, became the designated horror movie buddy to my older brother