This is probably a weird one, but, man, shout out to all the people on tumblr I love so much but don’t know how to talk to. Y’all got people like that? Just, fucking, everyday, I’m like this person is so funny and smart and cool and beautiful and has so much integrity—they just have the fucking magic.
What do they get from me? I admire them everyday. What do they get from me?
Every 18 to 24 months I’ll send them a message: Yo, you rule!
That’s it. That’s all I have. You’re a masterpiece and I can barely clap.
Better a good fight than an okay relationship, right? I’ve got former friends and former girlfriends (I almost said former lovers) who the best thing about is that we blew it up instead of fading out. I think you really do honor to a thing by leaving while it’s still alive instead of waiting for it to die, you know?
So good at cooking french fries that it’s actually a little sad.
"that’s all he has" people whisper as they walk away, shaking their heads, smelling the crisp golden deliciousness…
It’s kind of amazing that anybody who isn’t in your family or one of your coworkers even knows your name. Why should they? It’s crazy. It’s very nice of anyone to learn your name or remember what you look like or remember some facts about you or if they’re alone with you, it’s amazing they don’t bash your skull in and steal your money. People are much nicer than they have to be. It’s lovely.
I’m so into hot dogs lately. They’re so good!
This is a thing I wrote about the use of quotation marks in fiction.
I’d be honored if you read it or pretended you did. Thanks!
I swear to god the only thing that has ever made me think that maybe someday I’ll want to be a parent is seeing the parents in the movie Easy A.
Is that weird?
I went in the booth and told the priest that I’m not a strong swimmer and he said that wasn’t a real confession but he doesn’t know what it’s like at the beach for me and how nervous I get trying to avoid that shit so the other kids don’t know
Ghosts be mad gay yo they always gettin in yo thoughts n gettin you thinkin bout that D
Follow me plz! I love dog
Let me now in awestruck horror contemplate all the other ways I could have used my time. This is my 5000th post.
It’s weird to bring half a bottle of tequila to somebody’s house, right? You can’t just show up with that and sort of smile and be like yeah I wanted to make sure my needs will be met tonight.
She Thought It Was An Actual Homeless Person
A new religious statue in the town of Davidson, N.C., is unlike anything you might see in church.
The statue depicts Jesus as a vagrant sleeping on a park bench. St. Alban’s Episcopal Church installed the homeless Jesus statue on its property in the middle of an upscale neighborhood filled with well-kept townhomes. Jesus is huddled under a blanket with his face and hands obscured; only the crucifixion wounds on his uncovered feet give him away.
The reaction was immediate. Some loved it; some didn’t. “One woman from the neighborhood actually called police the first time she drove by,” says David Boraks, editor of DavidsonNews.net. “She thought it was an actual homeless person.”
—John Burnett, NPR, “Statue Of A Homeless Jesus Startles A Wealthy Community”
Jack Dall’s Three Rules of Show Business
1. Look ‘em in the eyes and talk from the heart.
2. You gotta go away to come back.
3. If someone tells you something and asks you to keep it a secret, that secret is a lie.