I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
20s, New York. I like rad bromance, love-hate relationships, gay sex, and glitter, and many of my interests involve the intersection of at least two of these things. Sometimes I vent about media and bad scholarship, but usually I just reblog shit I think is funny and men and the occasional woman I find attractive. Amazon just tried to get me to buy 12 different biographies of Napoleon Bonaparte.