Photo Set
  • L: I've been playing chess my whole life!
  • Me: you've been playing straight out of the womb?
  • L: it's called a woman.
  • Me: uhhh, yes. You're absolutely right.
  • L: maybe you're the one who needs lessons?
  • Me: I would love that.
  • L: maybe I should be YOUR tutor!?
  • Constantly getting schooled by children.

Who needs filters when you have a fish eye lens. #photofun #nofilter #cannon #photography


…but one of my favorite activities these days is going to an attractive girl’s facebook profile just to see if she’s finally not in a relationship. I don’t do or say anything. Just perpetuating my current theory of the fleeting impermanence of love and relationships in your early to mid twenties.


But not sorry.

What are you doing this weekend?




It’s nice. Being the one people go to every know and again to talk. I take a certain level of peace knowing that in places far away from where I live, people still give a shit about what I think. Never take that for granted.

I used to date a horrid bitch who would consistently piss and moan about being that person that people go to when they need a friend. The irony is blatantly hilarious. Nowadays I’d be surprised if anyone asked her for the time of day (which she could probably wouldn’t be able to handle).

Wow, how did this post end up about her?Ah well, it’s a stream of consciousness so I can’t take it back. So anyway. Yeah, it’s soothing to me that people still value my opinion. Thanks for making me feel needed. You guys are da best.


I realize that my standards for women are kinda high. There’s a reason for that. I just recently discovered I don’t perform well in a one night stand scenario unless certain criteria are met. I can manage to please just fine, but if the standards aren’t met I’m left feeling bleh.

Hate to break it to you ladies but a dick isn’t always SO easy to bust. In fact, there have been multiple times in my sexual life where I haven’t finished. Sometimes I’m honest about it, other times I hide it quite well.

I lowered my standards this one time, but I definitely won’t be making a habit of that.


Truth be told I never was yours.

Source: Spotify

Everything is a lie.


That awkward moment when you deny the opportunity to hookup because it would involve you driving 9 miles and losing your parking spot on a street cleaning day.

Ladies and gentlemen I present to you #LAproblems


I absolutely abhor losing things. One thing that can take me from calm to borderline lunatic is losing something. I don’t have a lot of possessions in my life and I’m fairly good about knowing where everything is, or where it could possibly be if it is not where it is. And so when my knowledge of placement is challenged, something snaps. I become a mess. It could be a wallet, my phone, phone charger, ipod, shaver, grocery bags, a DVD, a file on my computer, anything. I lose something and I unravel.


This is also true of my relationships.


Oops, that took a turn.


Thank you random sticker in the theater. Always good to be grounded.



PURPLEI don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

YELLOWI wish we were friends in real life.

RED: I think you are arrogant and I’d like to unfollow you but your blog is awesome so I won’t.

GREYI wish we talked more and were friends.

TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we met.

PINKI love your blog it’s one of my favourite.

TEALYou annoy me at times.

BLUEYou are my tumblr crush.

ORANGEI don’t like your blog.


GREENI think you’re cute.

CORAL: I think my life would be incomplete without you.

BLACK: Black looks good on you.

BROWNI don’t like you.

(via thecaptain31)

Source: f-abulush

I love the fact that my tumblr has a top hat now. I wonder what I signed off to get it? I hope I wake up with all of my internal organs, and my external ones?


"It’s no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst."

- Henry, from Tom Stoppard’s “The Real Thing”