his thousand yard stare and flat ass have captivated me mind and soul
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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@canzonettas
his thousand yard stare and flat ass have captivated me mind and soul
[ID: a photo of a postcard, sent from The Samuel Adams Brewery 30 Germania Street Boston, MA 02130, phone number 617-368-5080. The note written on the card reads, “Hey, I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in boston and its the only address I know. Happy Holidays, MW.” /End ID.]
if grief is love with no place to go, and this postcard had to go to the only address he knows…hold on im understanding something
watching this while fully knowing she lives in CHICAGO made me want to cry
broke: thotties never get cold
woke: winter is a concept!
Queen of Wands
@confusedspinny
As a society valuing convenience over experience is why everything sucks today. Blockbuster was an EXPERIENCE. the movie theater was an EXPERIENCE. Music stores were an EXPERIENCE. Arcades were an EXPERIENCE. I don’t want to sit in my house forever!!!!! I don’t want everything streamed to my electronics!!!!! I want to sit in front of the big silver screen for 2 hours with a coke freeze and come out with my life changed!!!! I want to live and I don’t care the cost!!!!!!
Lake Green Opal Dice Set // JarradBuring
frog machine
frog machine
get funkayyy
yeah sorry I crushed your boyfriend with the flat side of my knife to release his aromas. yeah he’s in the soup now
without arts & crafts we are in hell
everybody has a love-hate relationship with their hometown. it's just built into the equation of growing up. im mr. born to run. im mr. thunder fucking road. i gotta get out, i gotta hit the highway, im a road running man, i got the white line fever in my veins. i am gonna run, run, run and im... well im never coming back. i currently live ten minutes from my hometown.
touch starved not in a craving human contact way but in a daydreaming about napping under a dragon's wing way
when i say i want to be held i'm talking about this
the whole point of life is just knowing a bunch of weird stuff and being kinda flirty