Should have got an Oscar
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
my favorite post of 2013
throw all the sticks and stones you want green it doesn’t change the fact that you’re the one who waited for three hours by that sign for him to show up like a fucking schoolgirl
Fight to the death