You got something to say?
Look at me!
So far in my hour on the megabus:
1. A crazed woman got in a fight with the bus driver about bringing her bag on the bus. She also refused to show him her ticket, and every time he asked where she was headed, she would yell “I’m headed wherever this bus is headed!” this went on for a half an hour.
2. The lady next to me spent 30 minutes watching Nicki Minaj videos before moving on to raunchy 50 cent ones
3. Crazy woman sat in front of me and has been flipping through a binder with photos of movie posters in it. I’m guessing she made it herself and is admiring her work.
4. The man behind me told someone on the phone he was going to die soon.
5. The woman two seats back keeps giving me the stink eye. The only reason I can tell this is because I can feel her hateful eyes from behind me, and I can’t help continually glancing back.
Did draw something just spell Gollum wrong or do they really want me to draw a figure from Jewish folklore?
-A woman said this to me in NYC. We had a wonderful conversation.
This is amazing.
(Source: pianoacrossnyc)
“ It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. ”
The Virgin Suicides