I liked Ben, I really did. I mean, he was a nice guy. We had some fun times together in college, messing around the dorm, going to parties, all the dumb shit that college guys do. He was cool and all, but he was a little… pretentious. Well, I guess the word he used was “artistic.”
People say, “everything has already been written.” Everything has already been said.
But that’s a lie.
Our satisfaction is a language that communicates to us what we *really* want — and so is our frustration.
But to be an independent artist has always required more work.
A guide of things NOT to say to your tattoo artist.
If it’s not hard, it’s soft.
What’s super good about this song: The goofy beat; the bodacious horns; the time they made up a dance to it on Girls.
They like the idea that their body is a temple and they can decorate it however they see fit.
I feel like this is essay is going to be like one of those therapeutic letters you’re supposed to write to someone you’re mad at but never send. I do that a lot, I have over 800 emails in my Gmail drafts folder composed to people I’ve been mad at since 2007.
I need all of this. Right now.