Seriously! Fuck this shit. I’m so sick of having anxiety about my housemates. Is it so much to ask that I can come home and not have massive lump in my throat. Can I possibly go one day without there being an argument about something trivial. From now on I’m not going to talk to anyone. You can all go fuck yourselves. I’m tired of putting myself out there. And sacrificing my own happiness and beliefs to keep the peace. There is no peace here. And it’s not just her. It’s it’s you too. You make issues out if nothing and care nothing for others feelings. And when I try to express them you crack it. All I want is a place of my own. On my terms. You have no respect for my feelings and never try to understand. I want nothing more than to get away from you and you only. So keep your small minded bullshit away from me.
Hubert de Givenchy, 1958
The Indianapolis Museum of Art
Loved by hipsters and genuine nerds alike.
My friend Scotty drew this for me as a present to another friend of mine, loves it!