This fall I think you’re riding for—it’s a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn’t supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.
Then all of a sudden, something very spooky started happening. Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I’d never get to the other side of the street. I thought I’d just go down, down, down, and nobody’d ever see me again.
I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
thecutestnightmare:
I miss Hey Arnold! so much…it kills me inside knowing that Nick is the main reason for why a second movie was never released or that Helga told him her feelings…DAMN YOU NICK!!
My favorite illustrated book “The Polar Express”
Day 26: 5 things you’re looking forward to
background check done
leaving the current job…really bores me
being done with college
spring break for vcu…to see kulwinder
going somewhere
