the person who invented marriage was creepy as hell like hey yo i love u so much im gonna get the government involved so u cant leave
I like to document my friends on their iPhones. I call this “Glowface Friends pt. 1”
People are always asking me about Indian culture & I just wanna be like, “idk, google it.”
important F/M/K: 1995 Rust Cohle, 2002 Rust Cohle, 2012 Rust Cohle?
Favorite quote of the week:
"When we met, I probably had a shitty undercut."
At what point are we, as adults, supposed to figure out when a friendship is over? Is it the significant other that you’ve never met? Is it the new city, that’s less than an hour away? Is it actual physical distance that separates? Is it a metaphorical distance that was shaped when your friend realized you just weren’t “cool” enough? Was it too many years, too many secrets, and too much caring?
As a kid or teenager even, the end of a friendship is messy (because you care too much, probably). It’s known. Everyone knows when a teenage friendship ends, but as an adult, it’s just a gradual moving of time when the texts stop coming, when the birthday brunches & dinners aren’t enough, when neither of you will admit defeat. Because defeat requires energy & energy requires time & time is scarce.
"I’ve seen beauty in my time. I’ve walked that storyline."
"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden that idea of home is gone.
You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
Not to get all 2004 on you, but this scene has never left me and this is inevitably the way I feel whenever I return to my father’s house. It’s hard to feel like such a stranger in the place that I called home since I was 15.