a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

When it comes to whether or not I believe ghosts actually exist, I’m kind of on the fence.

But when it comes to whether or not I want to abandon my life and become a paranormal investigator purely because it’s sexy, I hopped the fence a mile back and I’m hauling ass through strangers’ yards in the dead of night like the cops are chasing me. Let’s fucking go, man. I got tape recorders and shit. Got my hair gelled up all gross. I’m ready. It’s time.