December 2010
112 posts
We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great...
– Tyler Durden; Fight Club (1999)
Mind clutter.: dust on a mantle. →
cigaretttesandstars:
I was drunk off of cheap beer, and I was fucking in love with you. You were there, in your hoodie and little hat, winning at beer pong with my ex coworker. And god, I am in love with you. And there were sluts everywhere, with straight hair and far too much makeup. I was too hipster and far too out…
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