You Better Believe Im Gonna Romanticize The Shit Out Of That Crane And Those Metal Containers

“As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself, and all around you, you can hear the sounds of people moving in and out of love, pushing the turnstiles, putting their coins in the slots, paying the price which is asked, which constantly changes. No one knows why.”

— Tony Hoagland, “The Loneliest Job in the World”

My 51 year old therapist mother LOVES Pokemon go

Large concrete Soviet apartment buildings are a type of girl

YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN (1974) — dir. Mel Brooks

kissing you on the forehead

Doc Martens “Made to Break Hearts” Valentine’s Day collection

parents got a new cat they named lord montague and this morning i heard my dad in the other room say "i would have to advise against that decision, my lord" followed by a crashing sound