Too old/male/poor
I have a child named Bacon.
I wasted my life away at school; therefore, I am tumblr illiterate.

nonasuch:

additionally, I CANNOT GET OVER Steve’s fucking Sadness Errands that he keeps running around DC, like, his schedule literally goes

6 AM: jogging

7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options

3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall

4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s

6 PM: dinner for one

7 PM: contemplate own loneliness, probably

Hunger and anger.

wolfxatxthexdoor:

It’s the hunger what bothers him the most.

Not the cold, not the fact that they have not been able shower in the past couple of days. He is hungry, lightheaded and weak. He knows he should be helping his parents find extra sources of income. They make do with his mother’s seamstress job, but…

lordjonsnow:

APPARENTLY YOU MISSED THE BIGGEST ONE OF ALL