Posts tagged my life.
Still from “Nuit Américaine”
Dir. François Truffaut, 1973
hi sorry this just reminds me of how my friend and i wrote this jokey article for a class project and attributed it to a guy named seymour butts (YES I AM IN COLLEGE)
and my professor emailed us his evaluation of it today and oh my god he seriously wrote something to the effect of “Shouldn’t you have spent more time on Mr. Butts?”
I’M STILL DYING
princesses of darkness do not get to go to prague because they are not thin and blonde and pretty and wealthy, do not let financial aid deceive you, you blew your money on your crown from hell and now you can’t leave the country sorry no it’s not allowed
princesses of darkness, instead, must suffer through changing scenes of people going and going and never returning, because even when they do come back they are not the same people as before. 19 12 4. 6 5 3. decked in black you are a constant in a shadow the sun can’t bend and your shoes are only $20 so don’t take that compliment in stride, let it wound you, let it remind you that someone else is doing so much better than you because that’s all that matters, right, how you do in comparison to other princesses.
princesses of darkness listen to bjork and wish they knew what she meant when she said “like someone in love” because after all of this no that is not you and it never was you and never will be you (you have to think this way, this is your job, this is how you ascend the ranks and win the throne) and your entire life sounds like “there’s more to life than this,” fading in and out at random, shocking you but not enough to inspire a meaningful life event, only succeeding at getting you out of bed to face another day of too much food, sleeping through class, more food, sleeping through work, more food again (you’ll never learn your lesson, your stomach doesn’t bother warning you anymore), ignoring sleeping through sleep to tumble away in the hopes of unlocking the next level in pity points: the game. princesses of darkness sure do love their tumblr.
There’s always money in the banana stand. #ArrestedDevelopment (at MTA Subway - 59th St/Columbus Circle (A/B/C/D/1))