Struggling to hold together, fearing rejection from the ones I love. I live for music and movies, and other means of distraction from a cold, shapeless reality. One day I will grow up.
“When all else fails, there's always delusion.” –Conan O’Brien
this scene from the goes wrong show where they cast two different people as the head and hunky, semi-nude body of the same character during a live theatre production haunts my every waking moment
I feel like in the rush of “throw out etiquette who cares what fork you use or who gets introduced first” we actually lost a lot of social scripts that the younger generations are floundering without.