My welcome home mat.

My welcome home mat.

I want Bill Nighy to read me a book.

saddeer:

the only vine that matters 

Ian’s prose gives me a boner.

Ian’s prose gives me a boner.

The Last Bookstore. Downtown LA.

The Last Bookstore. Downtown LA.

hanna619:

Omg best thing I’ve ever seen

My new wallpaper is off the chizzain.

My new wallpaper is off the chizzain.

uhgly:

possibly the best billboard ever

uhgly:

possibly the best billboard ever

And I’m also late coming back from lunch.

Because I can. And if I don’t leave now, I will be fantastically late.

Why I’m Always Late

I was sure I was scheduled for work at 6:30 PST this beautiful Sunday morning, but not too sure since I didn’t write my schedule down. So I arrived at my usual time of 6:00 AM. I sat in the main office where all the employees walk through to get to the break room, the time clock, or their “valuables” held safely for them in a locker. Sitting and waiting for half an hour isn’t much time, or much of a hassle, really - although, that’s a half an hour more which I could’ve used for sleeping. But just sitting here and listening to the inane conversation of my inept coworkers, the forced laughter of the girl I swear is a waste of resources, or the lady who loves the sound of her own voice and won’t let you get in a word in a “conversation,” or the older gentleman who has a “did you know” for everything- sitting here and listening to that for half an hour is the reason why I’m late. These people. They’re why I risk corrective action each time I clock in.

"It wasn’t until my second reading of Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises, over a decade after it first had been assigned to me by my public high school English teacher, that I understood that Jake’s dick didn’t work."