December 2011
2012
This is my 3,000th Tumblr post for matthewhh…
…And I will use it to say Happy New Years to all of you fools out there! To all of the love-struck ones who will be spending the night with their person; and to those like me, who are blessed to be spending it with friends who you love and respect and cherish; and to all of those who may not be lucky enough to spend it with loved ones: I...
I want a great love.
Perhaps I’m crazy to let something like that still put such a knot in my stomach.
Perhaps I’m crazy to let any of these things around me make my heart ache.
A feeling’s a feeling.
Eating
Today I have had three cups of black tea, two beers, and one sandwich.
Is that a win or a fail?
I guess it depends on what I eat when I get home…
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via fullofgraceemptyofdoubt)
Just leaving the Probate Court after filing for a legal name change.
Holy crap, things are about to get so real.
Almost Matthias.
I wish I didn’t have days where I am being such an 8.
Because I’m not. I’m really not.
But sometimes, I do think my brain is trying to kill me.
I’m addicted to the feeling of destruction.
headache dot com backslash everyday of my life
More gems from my brother...
“E, do you have a pillow I can borrow?”
“Pillows are for John Kerry swift boat
surrender monkey French bastards.”
And some more...
The Burmese Mountain Dog: Always by your side.
Your friends may say your shit faced, but they’re just idiots. Try the Burmese Mountain Dog: Anywhere you go, there you are.
The Burmese Mountain Dog
Tired of coming home to an empty house full of wife and kids?
Have a Burmese Mountain Dog.
Kind of drunk?
Have a Burmese Mountain Dog.
Tired of being not drunk?
Try a Burmese Mountain Dog.
Laying off 150 employees?
Have a Burmese Mountain Dog.
Smashing particles together at the speed of light?
Have a Burmese Mountain Dog.
Still giving the Republicans a chance?
Have a Burmese...
A very Brooklyn Christmas…
Here with my dad and brother at my brother’s apartment. Drinking, talking, cooking dinner (fancy meat and potatoes) and listening to Christopher Hitchens.
Because we love practicing our atheism. We’re serious about our atheism. It gets ruhl.