i don’t want to be that person, but why is everyone suddenly excited about the great gastby? it was a good book long before it was a good movie and what everyone needs to come to terms with is that baz lurhman is a magically wonderful director and his movie is what’s hypnotizing people so much. and also that the relationship between baz and leo must be similar to that of tim and johnny, because leo just keeps showin’ up in his movies.
so here are a few things to keep my mind off thinking life is some weird combination of the Truman Show and Men in Black and that everyone is an alien out to get me:
you know you are semi-committed to an organization and understand the way it must think when you can google something in order to find something really specific and it’s worded exactly how your teenage brain worded it yourself, ie: i just googled “amnesty swag” and got exactly what i was looking for.
another thing: why is it so normal for me (and i’m assuming most people) to see remains of tires, likedestroyed, chewed up pieces of rubber on the side of the highway and overlook it like it’s normal. Like fucking Godzilla ran through the highway and tore some cars up and no one ever says, “Whoa, look at that! i wonder how that car continued to drive without a tire.” or like, “Why on earth are those tire-shreds on the side of the road.” because i’m pretty sure it couldn’t be intentional because don’t you think people would pick up after themselves? And if it was tragic, where is the rest of the car and why wasn’t it on the 8’oclock news.
so i have to cover my E tattoo because the idiot who did it did a terrible job and it’s already bleeding into itself and looks old, so here is a silhouette of my sister (done by caleb :D ) that i’m probably getting to cover up the nasty job Paul at speakeasy did ): tell me if you like it!
it’s not goodbye Chicago, it’s see ya later<3
how the hell, air ):
