[Errors] creep in, and they worry the writer, not the reader. The reader accepts anything, no? Even the starkest nonsense.

(Source: theparisreview)

TIME CHANGE

nothing quite so strange as getting a drunk dial from america on a sunday afternoon. 

even more strange when the caller is an old flame who as of recently was more like an old friend

the conversation started off innocently enough; he told me to watch the movie ’ this is 40 ’ because it reminded him of me

he wanted to video chat and started incessantly calling me, even after i told him multiple times i could not

he turned sour quite quickly, and before i knew what had happened he was calling me a whore, asking me who was in my bed, and saying ‘fuck you’ over and over and over

he must have been wasted so i was patient, calm, and kind throughout.

i reminded him that if we are to see each other any time soon he would regret these cruel words

he did not seem to care.

as aforementioned he must have been absolutely black out drunk.

just another american saturday night.

WHAT THE FUCK IS FOMO?
when and why was an acronym created for the most mundane, selfish, and useless of human emotions? 
you have a fear of missing out? you want what others have? well, go on and have it. buy a plane ticket. buy trendy clothes. buy a camera. take pictures. post them on every social media outlet that bears your name. make sure everyone sees how much fun you’re having. make sure everyone sees how many friends you have. make sure everyone sees how cute and fun you are. 
"take a picture of me in front of ____." "take a picture of me and ____." "take a picture of me holding this ____". "take a picture of me, me, me, me, me." 

how free do you feel right now?
are you here because you want to be? or are you here because you have seen others here, and you want to replicate their experience?

don’t hold your breath. you will never be able to recreate the experiences of others.
don’t go to fucking barcelona. don’t go to fucking paris. go where the snow is still fresh and trails still unmarked.
make your own path.
get the fuck off facebook.
if you still have a fear of missing out, ask yourself this question: what image of myself do i want to portray to the world? 
if the image that comes to mind is a scantily clad, half-drunk vixen swirling cocktails at an upscale bar in barcelona, you should get off this website and go fuck yourself.

how free do you feel right now?

WHAT THE FUCK IS FOMO?

when and why was an acronym created for the most mundane, selfish, and useless of human emotions? 

you have a fear of missing out? you want what others have? well, go on and have it. buy a plane ticket. buy trendy clothes. buy a camera. take pictures. post them on every social media outlet that bears your name. make sure everyone sees how much fun you’re having. make sure everyone sees how many friends you have. make sure everyone sees how cute and fun you are. 

"take a picture of me in front of ____." "take a picture of me and ____." "take a picture of me holding this ____". "take a picture of me, me, me, me, me." 

how free do you feel right now?

are you here because you want to be? or are you here because you have seen others here, and you want to replicate their experience?

don’t hold your breath. you will never be able to recreate the experiences of others.

don’t go to fucking barcelona. don’t go to fucking paris. go where the snow is still fresh and trails still unmarked.

make your own path.

get the fuck off facebook.

if you still have a fear of missing out, ask yourself this question: what image of myself do i want to portray to the world? 

if the image that comes to mind is a scantily clad, half-drunk vixen swirling cocktails at an upscale bar in barcelona, you should get off this website and go fuck yourself.

how free do you feel right now?

too late for a suit or two?

yackets

leather vest: ironland