I smell like cigarette smoke and people I left behind in 2008.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ” ‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember, it was...
I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.– F. Scott Fitzgerald, on Baltimore (via alexbaca)
Today I “saw” a bunny riding a segway while throwing up. Take that, Rorschach test.