the lowest quality: Mole.
My wife has a ganglion cyst in her wrist and is going to the doctor to have it removed sometime this week. This discussion with her reminded that I used to have a mole on my right cheek under my eye. I hated it. I was convinced it made me hideous. Already being a husky and bookish bespectacled…
I’ll just be over here shitting where I eat.
Me: “I saw a picture of myself, and I noticed gray hair in my bangs and wrinkles around my eyes. I don’t know. I just felt…I felt like it was the first time I truly realized my age.”
Handsome Curator: “What age is that? Young and beautiful?”
Me:
(Source: djslaughtertite, via djslaughtertite)
Entered the wrong password and got locked out of my computer…again. IT is ney impressed. #DontBeThrowingNoShade #IJustWannaGetPaid (at TelAmeriCorp)
Relevant. (at TelAmeriCorp)
“Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens and “Clocks” by Coldplay played over each other.
oh. my. god.
oh my god this is gorgeous…
(Source: straightandhigh, via primrose-path)
One of the unexpected benefits of having a bustling career
is that you really don’t have energy for bullshit in your personal life.
I may be going through dudes like Kleenex, but, well - I’ve never dated smarter (and, Christ! Let’s be honest - I left plenty of room for improvement).
Listening to The Cure in Cure. Noel and I are feeling very meta. (at Cure Coffeehouse and Brasserie)
