(Source: mouldystuff, via fuckyeah-nerdery)
(Source: mouldystuff, via fuckyeah-nerdery)
I hate growing up. I hate that I don’t feel like I even know myself anymore. I hate that I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with my life. I hate that I’m afraid of commitment. I hate that I feel afraid of being content. I hate that I don’t have the dudes in my life that I can truly talk to. I hate that I’m living the life that I’m living. I hate that I hate everything. And I hate that this is the outlet that I feel is appropriate for this bullshit.
11: What is the strangest thing you have in your room? (You are not allowed to explain why you own it.)
I would say probably the unopened can of sloppy joes on a window sil.
14: What are five things you absolutely have to have in your dream house?
A pool, a huge garage, at least one hidden passageway/room, a pool/arcade room, and a darkroom.
12: What is a weird habit you have, or people have told you have. (Weird, not bad. No nail biting or any of that nonsense.)
I chew on ice all the time at work. Every time I walk back to front of house someone asks me what I’m eating and gets bummed out that it’s just ice and there’s no food for them in the back.
The one that is probably way weirder is that I crack my big toe knuckles, without touching them, pretty often when I’m barefoot.