(Some of your replies to my posts lately have me thinking I should clarify something I don’t really want to talk about: Pablo moved back to...
I accidentally bought Oreos with birthday cake filling
life is hell
I love Louis Black stand-up because he GIVES ZERO FUCKS and gets PASSIONATE about it and I feel like we could be friends
Samuel L. Jackson in Jurassic Park (1993)
n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your society as a seal on the beach—lumbering, clumsy, resting often, easily distracted, huddled in the presence of other misfits—unable to recognize the nearby ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
(via beefranck)
What do you do when this is your home?