Does anyone else just stare at the inside of their mouth in the mirror and think about how fucked up the human body is?
No? Okay then.
“Am I really that insecure?”
Quote of the day.
(Source: niknak79, via msjennyanthem)
Do not go to the realm of apology for absolution. Beyond articulation, there is no fault. The Adjacent Place, where the Grabbers live, is the illusion of the vocal or the middle realms of thought, by which I mean the constructed. This is how I stole the certainty of the Chancellor of Exactitude, perfect to look upon from every angle. When you come out of the vocal, you can never be certain
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Vivec.
I read fucked up shit on Sunday nights.
Existence is a funny thing. I’m lonely. I’m desperate. I’m in withdrawal. I waste my money. I drink to much. I’m out of shape. I lie a lot to myself and other people. I’ve hit rock bottom. I’m finally very sad.
Pretty girl, please call me.
Dan Harmon Poops: HEY, DID I MISS ANYTHING?
Kids:
A few hours ago, I landed in Los Angeles, turned on my phone, and confirmed what you already know. Sony Pictures Television is replacing me as showrunner on Community
I was ecstatic when Season 4 was announced. A small ugly feeling formed in the pit of my testes when I heard it would only be 13 episodes. Now that Dan’s not onboard, I’m certain that this should be their final season. Anything further would be like that spin off of Saved by the Bell, remember that? God that was awful. I may also have testicular cancer. But the point IS: Community should end after season four.
Sometimes I write things.
Sometimes, fuck you.
