Normally I’ll stab a party picture in the face, but this one is really good because it tells you exactly what a spiraling abyss of downer I am on the inside:
(except really I was just pissed because the bartender was acting like I was just gazing at him for my own goddamn pleasure, except I got news: no one’s throwing him any goddamn parades)
(maybe they were, who cares)
(via weekendpartyupdate, ole)
xoxo.