I did my taxes, then I played with fridge magnets. #adulting #nsfw? (at Creston-Kenilworth, Portland, Oregon)
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
i don't do bad sauce passes

JBB: An Artblog!
Claire Keane
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
noise dept.
almost home
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
dirt enthusiast
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cherry valley forever

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I did my taxes, then I played with fridge magnets. #adulting #nsfw? (at Creston-Kenilworth, Portland, Oregon)
socks on Christmas
8 year old me: what the fuck I said I wanted toys
me now: *crying* thank you.. thank you sweet christ my feet are always so cold.. so very very cold
stay safe
*80s pop playing as I lay dead in the middle of the woods*
i love stranger things
View of Mt. Hood across Mirror Lake, Oregon. Available on Society6. © Thomas Lawn, 2015 Instagram | Tumblr | Website
We spend so much time together here, I know everything about everyone. I know Hitchcock went bald at 15, Scully used to date Hitchcock’s wife, Charles has a bike with a little basket on the front, and Rosa has a shower in her apartment, I think. I got nothing on her.
Happy birthday, Carrie Fisher! Rest in peace knowing you’ve inspired and will continue to inspire generation after generation of little Leias!
It’s always a hole in one when you have a puppy to help. 13/10 great job
HE REALLY DID THAT 👌🏽😭
Best athlete award goes to the pup!!! @mielparaoshun
no vitamins… no fucking minorals… carbs ONLY
2017 marks the fiftieth anniversary of 1967’s ‘Summer of Love,’ when tens of thousands of hippies flocked to San Francisco with flowers in their hair, as the popular song put it. A lot of people are looking back nostalgically on the vanished styles and language of that era—the music, the fashions, the outmoded expressions like “far out” and “groovy.” But as as our linguist Geoff Nunberg points out, it’s striking how much of the language of that period is still with us. As he puts it, “We all speak hippie now.“
50 Years After The Summer Of Love, Hippie Counterculture Is Relegated To Kitsch
mailmen and farmers truly are the backbone of this nation. firefighters are the femur
What’s a femur
firefighters I literally just said that
2017 mood.
I love it when I wake up and stretch and something cracks. Makes me feel like a glo-stick
getting up at 6 am by choice: wow what a beautiful sunrise! the house is so peaceful and quiet. i feel really tired but i don't have to do anything but just sit here and enjoy the morning. what a pleasant feeling
getting up at 6 am because you have to: these covers draped upon my mortal coil have become the dirt above my casket. my corpse refuses to unsettle the earth to rise from its grave. i have been dead for centuries and have no intentions to assimilate once more into the tragic world of the living
Mailman dedication [x]