I’m hiding naked in my closet because there are mattress delivery men in my bedroom and no one thought to tell me so I was just doing my naked thing after my shower and then I was very unceremoniously shoved into my closet and I don’t know how long I have to be here I don’t have snacks or anything
update: I found a chocolate bar on my shelf but also my phone battery is at 20% I feel like bear grylls
don’t you have clothes in your closet
this is your daily reminder to not forget about ferguson. Keep it going!
i’m annoyed at the fact that I’m going to be going to college this time next year, and yet I’m still made to feel like my emotions are irrelevant because I can’t justify them with previous or future actions, and that i’m constantly torn between the ideas that “spending money is bad”, and “we’ll be fine, don’t worry about it”.
and then you tell me I don’t have the right to be stressed because I don’t get up at 4 in the morning to go to work, and I don’t have to pay bills.
fuck off. you fucking suck at paying bills considering my phone hasn’t worked for 2 months, and just because I don’t do physical work like you do, or have to constantly work with numbers and angry customers like you do, doesn’t mean I’m not going through 10 times the mental stress that you are.
don’t tell me to “get over” my bad mood because I wasn’t home all weekend. sorry I was taking pictures at a baby shower (school work), and spending time with my best friend on her birthday, and just spending time with my friends before I never see them again, considering you keep fucking telling everyone that I’m going to UH, when I haven’t even gotten in yet, because you just want to move to back home to Hawaii so badly, which there’s a really big chance that you can’t even pay the tuition considering you have a serious spending problem.
you’re the reason why I’m always in a bad mood, and I love you but I can’t fucking stand you anymore.
There’s something just. starlingly sad about this shot of this scene. Look at him. Look at him dancing alone like a fucking loser on this banister, all by himself. Staring at the goddamned wall. This is the view you would see if you came into the Trancy manor dining hall and looked up right at that moment, just the back of this sad, strange, dance-craven man. Look a the way his hair floops. Look at his arms. Look at how much he’s just rocking out to himself. Claude, you are such a fucking dork.
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