i don't know what else to say. i'm always late, my attention span is nonexistent, i lose everything, i'm only myself in december, i'm a mess of contradictions, and my head's stuck in the clouds.
fireworks, escapism, snow, festivals, football, vaudeville, and flowers all make me pretty happy.
i'm in love with the rascals; they're my favorite band of all time. i like a lot of shit though. i love say anything, dead man's bones, the story so far, seahaven, real friends, radiohead, bryan adams, bond, nirvana, childish gambino, daytrader, stray from the path, counterparts, misser, defeater, fireworks, more than life, la dispute, war hound, modern life is war, killing the dream, ruiner, radiohead, the ghost inside, moving mountains, alexandre desplat, brand new, xibalba, backtrack, patrick doyle, pianos become the teeth, my favorite highway, and have heart. there's literally not a single genre out there i'm not into though, so this list is kind of arbitrary. but whatever.
So yesterday while I was working at the bookstore some girl came up with a barcode tattooed on her wrist. Of course, my first question to her was “Can I scan it?” I guess she had never had it scanned before and was pretty excited about it. She talked about how it was sentimental to her and stuff. I scanned it and she rang up as a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos. She then became livid and, of course, I was dying of laughter.
why did the bookstore you worked at sell cheetos
I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.Stephanie Kuehnert (via thelordofthebuttz)