Henry Winter Getting Ready To Write In His Diary, Circa 1984.

fade into you

Why are they so fun to drawww (￣∀￣)

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

Charles Bukowski

I know it’s over

Still I cling to

I don’t know where else I can go

Clicked on an article from the anthropology subreddit about loneliness and was immediately blasted into oblivion by this opening paragraph

Francis’ “shit, shit, shit!” with Richard rigorously asking him to shut the fuck up after they collapsed to take Bunny’s letter from julian permanently exist in my head. Brilliant scene.

GREEK GOODS HEARD MY PRAYS AND SEND ME RAIN IM SO GRATEFUL RN

Bunny Corcoran