In My Diary I Call Her Demon Lover

what do you mean, my comments are not cruel, they are honest

writer's block struck. i can't-

gonna take my mind of writing by actually writing an actual original series i've been reviewing with @sincerelycrescent (your comments are cruel but appreciated) (hey i've been coming to the conclusion that i am too kind) so...might make it an original series on here-

and then i may or may not have found out that i have a thing for age gaps don't look at me like that why are you looking at me like that no

i could still write today but then i started losing my motivation for like everything and i'm just like -_- i don't wanna do anything

just had a religious experience (watching dead poets society)

how do I explain to my friend that in the last ten pages of tsh, the alcoholic shoots the druggy, we find out that the incestuous sister of the alcoholic was hooking up with the homicidal sociopath, and that homicidal sociopath shoots himself in the head partly because his narcissistic father figure ran off to the Middle East unexpectedly, and the druggy survives the gunshot wound but hallucinates the paranoid victim of a murder that this group commited a few months prior along with a bunch of other dead people while he’s in the hospital, and then somehow everyone brushes this whole ordeal off as if it were completely normal

move over brat summer it's time for richard papen winter

do i have a problem or am i just dramatic

girls just wanna have fun

a man undercover, but you tore me apart

Regular Lovers (Les Amants réguliers), dir. Philippe Garrel (2005) (via lunamonchtuna)