“There’s no point to any of this. It’s just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know…a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moments where your laughter becomes a cackle; and I, I sit back and smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.”
“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”
– Frank O’Hara, b. 3/27/1926, Meditations in an Emergency
go on skype victoria!!!!!!!!
you’ll have to tell me who you are first!!!!