When everything falls away, there’s only faith. There’s only the blind hope that things will get better. You’re in the midst of a maelstrom and before you know it, things are changing. They do, sometimes not in the way that we want, but they always do. And that’s often a good thing.

(Source: u-n-c-h-a-n-c-y, via sexcake)

I bumped into an old high school friend a while ago on the groceries with my mom. We said our his and hellos and had a little conversation.
Me: So, are you a graduate now?
Him: No. Back to first year. I’m a fine arts student now.
Me: Really? Why?
Him: Because fuck medicine.
Me: …
Him: …
Me: *HOLLYYYYYYYYYYY*
And in that moment I swear I prayed so hard for mom to hear all this so maybe she’ll have a change of heart and let me go back to college and take creative writing instead of continuing the gadforsaken progerraham dat is acckkhounstancy. UGH

Bookmarked: Hollow City

Hollow City is the sequel to Ransom Riggs’s debut novel Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. Technically this tells of the immediate events right after the children decided to leave their island in search for help because their ymbryne (their female headmistress, Miss Peregrine) has lost her ability to turn from bird form to human form.

Thoughts.

The no-nos.

  • Too much hetero smut. Just no.
  • Jacob’s display of unspeakable stupidity is unspeakably annoying.
  • Felt like this is not the story of Jacob the peculiar, but more like the story of the other peculiars from the point of view of Jacob.
  • I’m really confused as to why he decided to leave the peculiardom. Then I remember <read third bullet>
  • Tone’s gotten a bit too serious, unlike the first book.

The go-gos.

  • Really handsome cover. Like … damn.
  • New characters. Particularly the clown.
  • Ransom decided that Enoch is the pessimistic cold-hearted sarcastic kid in the bunch. All the more reason for me to like him.
  • Hugh!
  • Horace’s decision to fight (and my gaydar’s ringing …)
  • Addison is just … I can’t even begin with Addison …
  • So much shockers by the end. Plot is definitely unpredictable it’s starting to scare me.

Reality.

I won’t tell you about the posters or the cross in my bedroom wall. I won’t tell you about my wayward years in Catholic school. I won’t tell you that I climb up to 54th floor so I could stare at the blinking cityscape with a silver-lined horizon.

When you see me, I’d probably exhale a smoke off your face. I will teach you how to say fuck. I will walk these greasy muck-trodden streets and you will follow because that’s all the choice you’ve got. And we’ll walk as if we’re walking a pristine meadow of swinging grasses and mint until our clothes get too heavy with sweat.

I will give you reality as that’s all there is, and I promise it won’t be as sad as you think.

"What’s the point of living if you don’t have a dick?"

Donnie Darko

No love, we’re an army of sad teenagers. Cheers to us.

"Every living creature on earth dies alone."

Grandma Death, Donnie Darko, because technically she is a Manipulated Living, and every Manipulated Living leads Donnie to his acts that will save the primary universe and she just whispers those words to Donnie because that’s just his fate but in the end he wakes up feeling really satisfied and happy and I don’t know but this is making me both happy and sad.

Sometimes mom says really depressing things. About money. About dad. About everything actually. The worst thing is once she begins, she wouldn’t stop. So I wouldn’t wonder if one day I’ll find myself taking antidepressants or something.