I've been in love before. It's painful and pointless.
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
Adult things arent NEARLY as complex as I thought they were growing up I just walked into bank of america and said im here to open a checking account and they said ok and opened me a checking account
i wish my life was like the twist & shout scene in ferris bueller’s day off but if anything it’s more like the scene where cameron is hopelessly staring at that seurat painting while his friends are making out
it’s 1964 I’m on a balcony smoking a really long cigarette and some lofty music is playing I drop my martini on the floor it breaks and 5 men scramble to get me a new one