I wish there was someone to cuddle and watch The Strain with me.
Real love has little to do with falling. It’s a climb up the rocky face of a mountain, hard work, and most people are too selfish or scared to bother.
Btw I’m currently homeless so if anyone in the Bay Area alt/punk community has a room/space/couch for me, that’d be awesome
Also shout out to all the motherfuckers who disappeared in the hardest time of my life. Now I know who my real friends are.
Okcupid is actually the most discouraging thing ever