25, pup, queer male, artist/musician, NYC.
lol getting pretty annoyed @ porn blogs taking images of me and reposting them
solution: be less cute :3
A gif tribute to hangry Liz Lemon, my patronus.
I’m standardizing north american addresses, and french canadians are CRAZY (when it comes to the tiny details that standardizing things like this entails).
Rest of Canada: 500 St. Catherine Street West, Montreal, QC
French Canda: 500, rue St-Catherine ouest, Montréal (Québec)
Time to write a couple more regular expressions to account for capitalization/punctuation rules I didn’t know…
Today as I rushed to get to the subway I had thrown my bag briefly in a pile of dirty clothes. Half an hour later as I was exiting the subway on my way to work I realized that the Velcro had attached itself to my pair of underwear from the day before, and everyone had seen it for the whole trip.
Huhyeahhhhhhh. I was mortified until I decided I’d never see those people again, so fuck it.
If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.
If any tumblr followers like getting letters, and would like to exchange them, let me know. I have stationary and stamps at the ready, and want to scrapbook.