“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
going online for hours at a time: depressing, bleak, I become convinced I'm fugly and poor and that nobody else has a messy room and that there is no hope for the future because we are a generation of lobotomised ipad babies
going online after being busy all day and I can't feel my feet anymore and I finally get 20 minutes to scroll tumblr: beautiful digital realm full of laughs jokes and funny beautiful women from all over the world let me live forever in the computer world idgaf
We're on a new platform with a totally different audience...we have to prove ourselves all over again...convince a totally new group of people to think we're funny and worth your attention....so allow me to drop some of my "A" material....the funniest thing I got.......here goes.......
jeef berky
People keep referring to me as Demily even in private settings when I'm not streaming. I even caught myself referring to myself as Demily. this is just my life now