waking up in the morning
checking myself out in the mirror
sitting in math class
trying to do my math homework
when it’s time to eat
seeing somebody attractive
arriving to a party
Trying to seduce someone when I’m drunk
When someone unattractive tries to hookup with me
It is required that you see Psycho from the very beginning.
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Annie —
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Annie —
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Annie. — Edgar Allan Poe, from “For Annie” (via the-final-sentence)
Season 8 trailer not enough? Take a look at this new #Dexter photo.
n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.
Happy Birthday Alec Baldwin!
From “25 Ways To Be A Happy Writer,” at terribleminds.
I might quibble with a couple things here - when you’re a professional writer, it’s perfectly acceptable to take a job for the money to keep baby formula in the cupboard - but my soul says “amen” to 97.3% of this.
I’m moving forward in life. Only way I’m looking back, is if it’s my ass in the mirror.”
(Source: fuckyeahrihanna, via defjamblr)