satangel:

When I’m drunk, I totally type like Rorschach speaks.

Lonnys journal… january 7th 3 in the AM in this cold barren alaska land, this place is frozen like the hearts of the waste that live here, monarch vodka bottles on the sidewalk that drain into the gutters and the gutters are full of snow, and when they over flow and everyones frigid and frozen the’ll look up to the sky and shout “IM COLD” and ill whisper “cool story bro, not GTFO”

i made a friend tonight, and nobody cares.  Nobody cares but me.

(Source: maxheron)