I think the lowest point of The Worst Week in a While was sobbing, so full and deep, almost cathartic, in the alley, knees sinking into gravel, because I didn’t have my keys and Jane wouldn’t answer her phone to let me in.
i am having a VERY HARD week. i don’t have internet, so i’ve been spending a lot of money i don’t have on coffee or vodka sodas at the irish pub with wifi down the street, which means i’ve sort of been spending a lot more time on my job, but not necessarily getting more done, and i feel like i’m about to have a breakdown. i just want to get this job in new york and run away from all my problems.
(can i quit? can i just say, no, i’m not doing it anymore??)
i’ve been there for a year and i feel like i’ve suffered irreversible mental issues because of it.
i always want to reblog kristin’s selfies bc she is so beautiful and i miss her so much
last night I went to this very swanky party by chicago mag bc curbside won best whatever 2o14 and it was a room full of things like “best donut,” “best taco,” “best gross wine” and there was an open bar and it was kind of unbelievable!! oh also there was just a table full of unground bags of intelligentsia making it my third bag of free intelligentsia but the first one that wasn’t stolen? is that a secret? oh, also I still don’t have internet
sometimes, rarely, but sometimes i will eat normal meals like a normal person but also sometimes usually the same day when i’m feeling particularly dour i will eat a sandwich that is basically a loaf of bread with a pound of shaved ham and i will eat the WHOLE THING
He produced a vial of violet-blue capsules banded with dark purple at one end, which, he said, had just been placed on the market and were intended not for neurotics whom a draft of water could calm if properly administered, but only for great sleepless artists who had to die for a few hours to live for centuries.
someone reblogged this and i read it again and ah same as it was
Someone took a candid photo of a fight in Ukranian Parliament that is as well-composed as the best renaissance art.
sopranos spoiler alert
remember when christopher was high and sat on adriana’s dog and killed it
I’ve felt like the gross tear stained towel dog my whole life and I now feel like adriana POWERFUL and BEAUTIFUL there is a halo as big as my aura around me