I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
— J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via ugh)
if you think i’m ugly now you should have seen me in 2009
I’m out. See you all in about 7 hours when i’m drunk and out of my body
n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, almost as a blessing, colder, colder, colder.