THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A RUSTIC CABIN IN THE WOODS AWAY FROM ALL SOCIETY
THEN THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A MODERN ASS HOUSE
THEN I’M LIKE I’LL ACCEPT NOTHING MORE THAN A VICTORIAN MANOR
THEN I WANT A PENTHOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NEW YORK
THEN I WANT ONE OF THOSE HOUSE MADE OUT SHIPPING CONTAINERS
THEN I WANT A FRENCH CHATEAU
BUT I ALSO WANT A TREE HOUSE
AND A LITTLE COTTAGE ON THE OCEAN
HOUSES ARE SO COOL
don’t ask me about the last book I’ve read if you aren’t prepared for a 45 minute monologue.
A Great Lakes cruise ship departs Chicago, 1957.
I’m so fucking weird
I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet.
I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot.
I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend.
I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous.
I need help.
Don’t judge a book by its cover? NO! People judge books by their cover! They fucking do it. They MUST judge books by covers!!! I am a designer! That’s what we do! TO MAKE PEOPLE JUDGE AND INTERESTED BY THE COVER!
my cousin, art student (via toroheicho)