divine.

i saw the brothers bloom. the costumes were amazing. i wish i could dress like that everyday.

i should be packing to move back to bayonne, but i just realized i have nothing to pack with. woops, guess i gotta stay in new york. 

i just graduated college.

give me a job, please.

magic bus.

nas and kelis are divorcing. now i really have no faith in marriage. they were so perfect in my mind.

flamingos.

his made me want ray bans. also the guy who offered me an internship at fader is in this. sorry, fader, i fucked up. shoulda worked for you so i could have hung out with wavves instead of hanging out with cases of colt 45 at vice. i should stop avoiding my senior work and finals and do some shit now.

let me kiss you, ryan gosling.

ugh i just read on curbed.com that ryan gosling is working for an actual moving company in new york in preparation for some role or some shit. he is so ~*dedicated*~. i definitely just creamed my jeans numerous times. rygo is like the one of the only celebs that i catch a straight up boner for all day every day. (michael phelps doesnt count as celebrity bc he is an unreal supergod.) 

i dont even want to talk about this picture. never have i wanted to be a slightly mentally challenged middle aged woman with a bad haircut, weird 80s windbreaker, and space age walker more than at this moment. and ive wanted to be that quite a few times already. shit, i would settle for being that fat dude eating whatever delicious food product that is just so i could hang with rygo and potentially see him naked when the movers take group showers. i know movers dont usually have group showers, but chu know that those dudes definitely implemented that once the major film studios made ryry pretend to be down to earth and become a mover. everyone wants to sneak a peak of that action, amirite?! 

instead of graduating from college in the next two weeks, im not going to do my final projectsor go to class. instead i will stalk the streets with that lady, become her best friend, and thus ryan's bestie, and then kill that lady, lie to ryan that she died natural causes, and then we have a mourning make out at least. that would be worth more to me than any meaningless cultural and media studies degree- because lets get real- that wont get me too far anyway.