planning my vacation week to Portland eeeee

gonna be hitting up all the breweries and good restaurants

who’s coming

wait, nobody because nobody’s around Maine smdh

i hope that this feeling of disinterest in and detachment from everybody currently in my life is just a phase

i need to make a living will or something so if I accidentally die I’ll be cremated instead of being underground next to some random dude

I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.
- Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via larmoyante)