Collective Fuckery Notes.


welcome to a repetitive meditation of a twisted psyche.
i'm billy. located in new york. 22 years old. gay waiter.
i read. i watch. i listen. i think.
drugs, newports, coffee, sugar free red bull, books, movies, music.
i admire courage & i detest ignorance.
nothing is more loathsome than reality. escapism is my religion.
i have a best friend named jenn. also known as:
i am the prince of all things nocturnal; my mind is governed by shadows.
i'm the paragon of infinite potential gone down the shitter.
i'm wildly entertaining, and ludicrously fun to be around.
i promise it's not my ego proclaiming that i am an obnoxiously popular individual.
however, this is my outlet that allows me to exercise in solitude
the searing, brutal fact that i am a sad, sick & lonely person.

welcome back.

#godzilla  #2014  

piper does deliver a powerful “fuck,” yes, indeed.

(via mostofusneedtheeggs)

  • Interviewer: One of the criticisms of Breaking Bad that keeps coming up is over the female characters. Skyler White is seen by some as this henpecking woman who stands in the way of all of Walt’s fun.
  • Vince Gilligan: Man, I don’t see it that way at all. We’ve been at events and had all our actors up onstage, and people ask Anna Gunn, “Why is your character such a bitch?” And with the risk of painting with too broad a brush, I think the people who have these issues with the wives being too bitchy on Breaking Bad are misogynists, plain and simple. I like Skyler a little less now that she’s succumbed to Walt’s machinations, but in the early days she was the voice of morality on the show. She was the one telling him, “You can’t cook crystal meth.” She’s got a tough job being married to this asshole. And this, by the way, is why I should avoid the Internet at all costs. People are griping about Skyler White being too much of a killjoy to her meth-cooking, murdering husband? She’s telling him not to be a murderer and a guy who cooks drugs for kids. How could you have a problem with that?

pearls and swine, bereft of me

long and weary my road has been

i was lost in the cities, alone in the hills

no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

i am not your rolling wheel, i am the highway

i am not your carpet ride, i am the sky

friends and liars, don’t wait for me

'cause i'll get on all by myself

i put millions of miles under my heels

and still too close to you i feel

i am not your rolling wheel, i am the highway

i am not your carpet ride, i am the sky

i am not your blowing wind, i am the lightning

i am not your autumn moon, i am the night.

i feel like tumblr should provide a disclaimer:

please do not operate a car or heavy machinery while scrolling through the tom hardy tag, you will find your wits/senses significantly compromised within five minutes of drooling over this insatiably sexual beast of man-flesh.

you’ve got the kinda love i need,

the kind that’s never good for me

may we please briefly discuss


how does a band reach such incomprehensible levels of perfection?

it almost infuriates me. why don’t i have this degree of magical talent?!


god paged me

you’ll never see the light

who wants to see?

god told me 

i’ve already got the life

god paged me

you’ll never see the light

who wants to see?

god told me

i’ve already got the life


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