ladyforloveandjustice: peoplegettingreallymadatcartoons: juliavickerman:Nothing gets me more worke
ladyforloveandjustice: peoplegettingreallymadatcartoons: juliavickerman: Nothing gets me more worked up than a bear affair… especially when overalls are involved… So there’s a little carnival set up near Griffith Park right now and apparently it’s there every year but I sure as shit didn’t notice until today! No one can stop me from going on questionably-assembled rides that look like Final Destination scenes waiting to happen. Tony was hesitant to go on any rides because he “values his life” (or so he says) but once I had bought 10 tickets, who can really say no to a jarring bout on the Sizzler? Oh but Tumblr, GUESS who was in line to go on the Sizzler with us? This beautiful androgynous long black-haired emo 14-year-old boy wearing tight black pants and a black t-shirt emblazoned with the name of some band that probably sucks and his lip-injected fake-red-haired mother who looked like a washed up rockstar. UUNNGH HEAVEN. ADOPT ME. Occasionally I get instantaneous infatuations with strangers that can only be described as “overwhelming” or …“annoying” depending on how patient you are with me. Tony was nice enough to follow this poor boy around the small carnival with me as I tried to sneak photos (none of which turned out well). I knew that my heart would be forever in turmoil unless I at least TRIED to talk to him. Oh GOD if only his mom hadn’t been there. The light of heavenly inspiration shown down on me when I realized we had 2 tickets left, which leaves 0 options as far as rides. The two tickets had to be disposed of. Perhaps into the hands of an awkward skinny-jeaned adolescent Hot Topic customer? I marched over to the rockstar mom and her elven boy, sitting cross-legged on the grass eating a candied apple. I bent down to give her the tickets (I’m creepy but I’m not THAT creepy. I’m not gonna talk to her son while she’s there) saying “We have two extra blah blah blah where’s your car so I can follow you home blah blah”. She was really nice and said I was “so sweet” etc. and I watched my muse push his dyed black hair behind his ear, exposing EPIC eyebrows, apple still pressed to his lips, say “thank you” and smile. FUUUUUUUUCK THIS WAS THE BEST DAY EVER WHY AM I SO CREEPY. Someone make sure to archive this before she deletes it and tries to pretend she wasn’t like this -- source link