1. I mostly forget about Tumblr until I can’t sleep. I need to check it more often.
2. I mostly forget about Instagram until I can’t sleep. Just scrolled until the line between selfies and basically sexting everyone for self-esteem boosting compliments got blurry. Wow. (Bonus: I did stop before feeling bad about my cheekbones and my thighs. Woohoo!)
3. I read everything. Why can’t I write anything?
Is it totally, or just a little, f*cked up that Bryan Cranston, in an article on the morality of Walter White (ha!), succinctly described the way I currently feel about love?
"I don’t believe there’s just one person for you. And quite frankly, love among adults is conditional. "We’re in love, right now. Oops, you killed someone? Ok, wait a minute, that’s kind of a problem for me." It’s all conditional"
Source: 'Breaking Bad' Q&A: Bryan Cranston on Walter White's Morality
I adore this. And her.
I wish I could enjoy Deb Sokolow’s work online as much as I did in person. Her installations just don’t translate well into jpeg form.
Worst earworm ever. #everysongfrompitchperfect #imsoembarrassed
I bet Jesse Pinkman doesn’t let the woes of Wednesday and the stressful events to come today keep him up at night. Of couse, he is a fictional character, so maybe that’s not a fair comparison.
In twenty minutes it will officially be late enough to give up on sleep.
Magritte chose the best titles.
Rene Magritte, The Treachery of Images (La trahision des images) & The Fickleness of the Heart
This article makes me want to write possibly hilarious captions for other peoples photos. Would that be wrong?