I can take you places. Do you need a new man?
I’m just consistently inconsistent.
Things have gotten a lot better, besides the fact that it’s snowing. The trains run while it’s snowing, right? Let’s hope. But everything is getting better. Actually, I should say everything has gotten better. My car is covered in snow and I do have to start getting ready to depart, but I don’t really care. This is probably the happiest I have been in a really long time and...
WILL FORTE AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE ON “A VERY GILLY CHRISTMAS” RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
I’m not saying sex. I don’t need that. I’m saying staying up reading kindergarten books with you, not necessarily reading them, but reminscing on how we used to love reading these over and over, especially the ones where you can feel the dog’s fur and the alligator’s scales. I’m saying playing card games and boardgames. Watching you make the most adorable faces at me and sticking your tongue out...
What’s your favorite body part?” “Um, I like your body...– Peter, whom I should never ask broad questions to
_____, it’s just…she really hurt me. She just up and stopped talking to me and gave me no reason and before that she wasn’t inviting me places and she still talks to everyone around me just like _____ did/does and it hurts to know that I had friendships with people who just seem to forget about me so easily and move on like they never knew me. And it kills me that _____ and _____ are still best...
I’m slowly slipping into a solidsipstic coma and I masturbate cause...– Bo Burnham
Nicole just tuned my guitar so that she could play along to the Christmas song from the Spongebob Christmas special. “Hey Patrick, whose that under the mistletoe?” “What? Who? Me? Would you look at the time, I should go!”