Posts tagged Death.

Meanwhile, In Brooklyn

At one point he stared at the chess board for a while, and looked up at her.

“I’d like it if you could kill me silently on this. Not talk, just kill me silently,” he said. “Ninja.”

She looked for a while, and found what he had seen, and she made her move and killed him silently.

Then they fist bumped.

Hybrid Moments.

(via 1000lostchildren)

What a good friend told me this afternoon: I feel like I’m stuck inside some feedback loop, like my life is a slightly funnier, drunker version of Everyone Loves Raymond.

A combination of intellectual companionship and sexuality is what they have to offer each other, he feels.