Patrick Stump: Hey! Don't You Just Hate That... →
nervousbreakdance: How many people reading this are fans of Nickelback? How about Dane Cook? Now, I can safely assume that, unless this blog gets reposted on a site dedicated to those respective artists, those questions would be met with tumbleweeds and the distant sound of crickets. Like Creed or Limp Bizkit or…
Where No Endings End: If They Were Substances →
shesanargonaut: Dear Cigarettes, I can feel you every single time I inhale. You are in my lungs, always, eating me away from the inside out like a cancer I have been developing ever since we first kissed. Most of the time, you make me forget to exhale, make me stay awake at night, …
How do people, like, not curse? How is it possible? There are these gaps in...– Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via closedforprayer)
‘What I like about the job of being a novelist, and at the same time what I find so exhausting about it, is that it’s the closest thing to being God that you’re ever going to get. All the decisions are yours. You decide who gets to fall in love and who gets hit by a car. You have to make all the leaves and all the trees and then sew the leaves onto the trees. You make the entire world.’ • Ann...