What an Amusing Caricature

John. NYC. 24. I've never been able to completely trust mirrors. It's logically valid to believe that one day your evil twin will take advantage of your trust in reality. As a precaution, I punch every mirror I see. For now, I am safe.

If you are now reading this, I sincerely commend you for getting through that paragraph of crazy. This blog is mainly comprised of things that pique my fancy: comics, lit, crafty things, news/societal commentary, future plans and using fancy in the manner I used 17 words ago (I counted).

I’m in the living room with my laptop and all the lights out (can’t remember why), and my roommate walks in, doesn’t question a thing, and we talk about movies for a while.

tylerchokely:

i cant stop watching

(via theholyheadharpy)

Is it polite to tell your server that he looks very much like Brad Pitt in Fight Club?

"Hey, did you know you look like the mental delusion of the leader of a fictional anarchist group?"

"Oh and the chicken is delicious!"

1000drawings:

sad ghost club  by Lize meddings

I’m looking at you, “2011 John with Elliot Smith playlist on loop”

(via thisbattleisnotover)

Kids, never eat sweets. Because sweets = a sadistic mob hitman that’ll beat your tooth to a pulp as its family watches.

picklesnickles said: YOU ATE A CANDYBAR WITHOUT PAYING??? YOU BAAAAAAD. haha and I’m sure you’ll be fine. I didn’t say anything incriminating when I got mine removed. Just cried because I couldn’t eat applesauce without it falling out of my mouth

oh good I already cry at that thought of applesauce anyway. Thanks for the reassurance!

victoria-q-nerdballs said: You’ll be fine. All that happened to me was I had weird Star Wars dreams.

Of course! I get so nervous about repressed thoughts coming out that I forgot about sedated dream sequences. 

Probably going to think I’m a waterbender or something.

My roommate just bonded over kickball, beer, and our occasional introversion GUYS I REALLY PICKED A GOOD ONE!

dopemove:

danielkanhai:

i wanted a root beer float, but i didn’t want to clean up the gross root beer float glass at the end so right now i’m taking little spoonfuls of ice cream, holding the ice cream in my mouth, and then sipping root beer to sort of build it as i go, and let me tell you, not only is it not the same, i’m miserable.

This is the saddest Morrissey song

"Root Beer Doesn’t Float My Boat Anymore" by The Smiths

(via arvensis)

  • I’m getting a pretty big tattoo in August
  • I once ate a candy bar in a supermarket without buying when I was 17.
  • might give my entire pitch for my ghost webcomic idea and not care who’s listening
  • politics
  • might talk about complicated sex scene in said ghost webcomic
  • probably some sexual stuff…

And my parents are picking me up right after. 

Can I just pay someone to hit me over the head with a fire extinguisher?

GUYS I’M GETTING MY WISDOM TOOTH REMOVED IN LIKE TWO WEEKS.

I HAVE WAYYYYYY MORE REPRESSED THOUGHTS AND SECRETS THAN THIS PERSON!!

I’M NOT TRYING TO BE FUNNY I’M GOING TO SAY SOME PRETTY REVEALING SHIT FUCK!

(via pleadingthefilth)