I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.
hey im sorry about how your day has gone :( some things i like to remember about brandon when i'm upset: 1. before meeting a group of fans he was on the phone and holding a nectarine in his other hand before dropping the nectarine, 2. he had a morrissey pillow case growing up, 3. at his first concert a girl brought him into the bathroom and put eyeliner on him (he loved it) , 4. he once had his ear pierced, 5. and one day his dad walked in on him dancing to brit pop in his room.