the personal account of a clown

a collective series of bruh moments. Instagram for more wackiness: cowboykulture

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good morning cowboy.

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“what’cha lookin at?”

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keep you apart, deep in my heart. separate from the rest, where I like you the best.

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forgiveness exists for you.

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Arthur isn’t too sure about having his picture taken but you convince him eventually ♥️

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good girl.

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Rest.

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POV: you’re naked

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“do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

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“and you told me you’d always be by my side.

through the wind and the rain and the screaming of storms,

I trusted you, believed in you, though my heart was torn,

because you told me you’d always be by my side.

you lied.”

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Arthur gets bored of his book and starts checking you out instead 😏😏😏

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“Torn in two by different ideas of who you were, and it turns out you weren’t neither of them.”

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cowboy life is hard...

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what would you do if this walked through your door?

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