Thought.is

Ctrl+F for things in my room.

Sometimes I forget that these literary giants were actual people. Even the idea that Edison was behind the camera kind of gives me chills.

I broke your d in half / you broke my heart / when I think about Camp You / it makes me wanna fart.

I immediately understood, this time around, why so many people ship Faith/Buffy. I get it now, you freaks! It’s awesome and so tragic.

A portrait of Keith Richards that is aging rapidly in order to keep him alive.

A week before I was once again insured, I tripped on a Brooklyn sidewalk and my ankle swelled grotesquely. An X-ray would have emptied my savings.

“Well, when I was a freakin’ fetus I woke up at the buttcrack of dawn every morning, drank a protein smoothie of egg whites and rusty nails and hit the uneven bars for five hours until I had my routine down perfectly.”

An ex-girlfriend of mine used to call the corner of my room “Jabba the Hut” because my laundry pile looked like it was about ready to become sentient and start locking people in carbonite chambers.

This bikini believes life is fruitless and free will is illogical.