crew socks and crying
proudly joins The King in the illustrious cinematic canon of fucking dull as dishwater movies where robert pattinson shows up briefly as if from an entirely different film and does some completely deranged accent which makes me feel like my brain is bleeding and like i want it to keep bleeding forever.
had a big big cry in the middle of the night in a strange small bed in the room that used to be mine at my parents house while drinking flat ginger ale left over from the table of mixers for the party on christmas eve and feeling the sickly kind of wired that comes from too much free time and bad food and body closeness you've gotten unused to, and toying with a small nervous collapse, just for fun. it's as wonderful as ever. "and i haven't lied in two years" might really be my single favorite joke of the decade.