#somewhat ironic

[sillycatgriddy]

patrick bateman is so me

[i-really-should-change-my-url]

My completed drafts waiting for me to tag them so they can be published

[piiavcfurreals]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvtVCrx7Ov8)

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[mind-of-mima]

Mal etwas Kon­t­rast­pro­gramm: Trailerpark mit "U-Bahn Schläger"

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

[booqueenofslime]

Spock gives me feels.

[endymiondreaming]

Boof Boof Fanfic: The Chick Beside Him

We all crowded into the car-- all five of us. John was driving, and his friend sat shotgun. Me and my boof sat in the back, with some chick next to him. We were driving slow, so I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid onto my boof's lap. He laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist, but I could tell he was tired-- no wonder, at two in the morning. I didn't want him to fall asleep, so I turned around and kissed him. He kissed back, but he's no fun this tired, so I broke off and turned away, disappointed. The chick sitting to our left giggled.

"Sorry--My name's Anne." she grinned and pushed the bangs of her short blonde hair out of her eyes.

"So Ann, are you a friend of Jenny's?" I asked. Come to think of it, I had no idea what she was doing with us-- as far as I knew, none of us had met her before.

"Nah, I hadn't met her before tonight," Anne replied, "Your boof there and I started chatting at the concert, and he thought I should come along."

I was a bit stung, but that was him, always trying to chat up some girl. Old habits die hard, I guess.

"He seemed really interested in my photography." Anne continued

"You're a photographer?" I asked, mildly interested.

"Yeah. I do like weddings and things sometimes, you know to make money, but I prefer doing artsy type stuff, I really like to be able to tell a whole story with just one image, you know." Actually-- I dd.

"Yeah-- I'm a musician, actually, and I love it when I can convey a whole story with just the right line-- it's like magic." I find myself leaning closer to her.

"Yes! Exactly. I don't think he really cared, though. Honestly I thought he was just trying to get into my pants." Anne glanced over at my boof, upon whom I was still sitting. "I don't think we'll be seeing more of him tonight," she said, "He totally crashed,"

"Yeah, he's always useless after midnight," I said, a note of bitterness barely concealed in my voice.

"You know," Anne said, putting her hand on mine, eyes flicking to my mouth, "If I had a goof goof as gorgeous as you, I wouldn't go around flirting with random chicks."

"You know what-- yeah. Screw him. I deserve better. He doesn't know what he's loosing," I leaned forward and kissed her, still sitting on my boof boof's lap, with his arms gone lax around my waist. Music blared from the front of the car, where John and Jenny didn't even notice us. Later that night, Anne would slip me her number with a wink as she stepped onto the sidewalk in her neighborhood; I would text my still sleeping boof a breakup message as I left the car; I would get home and try and fail to brush out the glitter stuck in my hair from the Ke$ha knockoff concert we went to. But for now, I slid off my boof's lap and onto Anne's, and showed her that I am, inarguably, the flyest. 

[dreamsellr-blog]

I always type up these long-winded text post about the stuff that's on my mind, generally stuff that's just getting me down but I never post them because I always feel like its just rambling bullshit and no one actually reads them.

[breadinhotchocolate-blog]

I'VE MISSED THIS FANDOM BUT WE'RE STILL ALIVE YOU'RE ALL STILL HERE AND I LOVE YOU THIS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS