Books like John Connolly’s ‘Book of Lost Things’ and Richard Kadrey’s ‘Butcher Bird’ that are so visually stunning that you can literally lose your way in them are my favorites. They make me wish it was possible to tattoo their very essence onto my skin. The best I’ve figured to do until I can find a way to do that is simply to read them over and over again until their burned so fully into my memory that I can see the stories without even reading the pages.
I WANT TO MURDER EVERYONE WHO CHEWS OR SWALLOWS LOUDLY. JUST FUCKING SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
You don’t cross my mind, you live in it.
i thought that things were finally going to get better, but they’re not. why does nothing ever work out? what is wrong with me? why do i work so hard for things only to be rejected?
Why is it that people feel the need to tell their husbands/boyfriends ‘happy valentine’s day’ on Facebook? Like please, unless your significant other just worked a 12 hour shift you can probably just tell them, instead of making the rest of us suffer through your attention seeking bullshit.