Please marry me. Oh my god. Ideal Man.
The Bright Sessions
noise dept.
Keni
Mike Driver
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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if i look back, i am lost
art blog(derogatory)
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosmic Funnies

Origami Around

Product Placement
One Nice Bug Per Day
Fieri Frames

Love Begins
ojovivo
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!

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Please marry me. Oh my god. Ideal Man.
Dubai architechture in Vegas.
Today I feel like this. #insertemotion
Mouthgasm
Buffalo Mozzarella might be better than sex.
Closing my eyes I still taste the crisp prosecco. The greasiness of complimentary potato chips. The ribbons of prosciutto so tastefully divine. It's a hot summer day, and the humidity of the Mediterranean sea creates a layer of moisture on my forehead. Deep breathing the thick air, I lose myself in the surreality of the moment.
My muscle memory is prepared to walk the cobblestone streets in 5 inch heels. To strut my style on the Italian urban runway, the city streets.
A couple enjoying Sunday lunch, laughing above the crowd, drinking espresso and a smoking a celebratory cigarette.
Hang my laundry on the line.
Snapshot memories are often so vivid, it's easy to get lost in time.
Terrible Sex Tips
Source: Men's Health.com "Sex Tips to Turn her on" Wear Her Name Women love to hear men use their names. The more unexpected the place—like in the middle of a sentence—the better. Better still, write her name on your shoulder, your hand, or anyplace she'll have a chance of spotting it. It's a tattoo without pain—one that gives only pleasure. "It will make her laugh and think you're so adorable," says Davidson. "It says, 'You matter.' " I don't know about you but this would NOT turn me on....this would be motivation to file a restraining order if anything.
Reasons I Hate Nostalgia
1) All the useless bullshit I did in the past somehow retains an untouchable importance.
2) All that was good seems better, and all that was bad seems to get lost in the crevasses.
3) I regret my present, overthink my future, and completely idolize my past.
4) I live in my head, retracing the streets I once lived on, closing my eyes imagining myself tangled in the bedsheets of places past.
5) Progress is stunted by its antithesis, flipping through the pages of a world that no longer represents my daily routine. Snapshot photos once vividly renewed with the blink of an eye, now fade and lose their color.
I'd like to appreciate my present, but when my mind is so committed to dwelling in my past, this becomes a hefty personal pursuit.
It’sa true!
Exactly.
Apelike Egoism
Every time I let my ego get the best of me, I have to slow down and remind myself that my genetic structure has a 98% similarity with that of a chimpanzee. Pardon my ignorant assumption, but it seems that much of a chimp's daily activity consists of picking insects and other various particles out of their friend's scalp, ass scratching, and food consumption.
I don't care how smart you think you are. The 2% genetic discrepancy between you and an ape probably only accounts for the human compulsion to buy a bunch of shit you don't need and proudly show strangers pictures of your unattractive children.
Let's take life a little less seriously shall we?
Appreciate a good scratch on the ass every once in a while.
Instagram turned my dog into a swanky little dude.
Humble Advice
The CIA should consider making interrogated suspects listen to the Nickelback station on Pandora during questioning sessions. That should REALLY speed things up.
Remember the Alamo!
is that a white supremacist phrase?
Deep breath
Escape like a Professional
I got into Medill School of Journalism. Fuck yeah. Now I can move to a completely new city (Chicago), where I know absolutely no one. I tend to do this often, pick up and run away to a completely new place without any substantial knowledge of what I am doing. I did this in Italy and I'm doing it again with Chicago, only this time I'm domestic, and probably doing something more positive for my resume.
Anyone been to Chicago? Any tips? Any Medill Grads wanna give me a heads up?
Happy Valentines Day......
Break from reality
Sanctuary