☆ Space ☆

chaos & coke (a cola) a reblogger’s dream boy ~ inherently destructive

[spaceytingz]

summer foreverrrrrrrr

[captain-price-returns]

[spaceytingz]

tell me i’m like heaven, take the good lord’s name in vain

[vibratome]

it's fucked up to steal from the villagers in minecraft cos for us it's just a game but for them it's their life

[godkissedme]

Hey wdym

Chill is pride with its hands in its pockets

[yb-cringe]

i feel like your group of close knit characters would work better less as a found family and more as a ride or die indie rock band a la lemonade mouth. “whos the mom friend” shut up. whos the bassist.

[gaynarutodude]

Call me

[adicttive]

[jacindaelena]

by lilly.thepink

[withbriefthanksgiving]

ID: a 10-image photo set of old European stone and brick country houses surrounded by climbing roses, green ivy and other plants and flowers. End of ID.

[spaceytingz]

[mr-deep-downer]

I should quit my job to pursue a life of meaningless violence

[sergle]

u good?

girl obviously not

[adicttive]

[the-real-gmail]

Vote for me I'll bring back the dinosaurs

[f4therlesssss]

[spacesummerchronicles]

Space’s Summer Chronicles 2 #1: Odyssey

For the second year in a row, my journey towards the coast feels less like a pilgrimage and more like a desperate escape. Like something will get me if I stay in the city too long. Like my thoughts are turning tangible and sentient and dangerous. Like I need the salt air and sea water to breathe.

In a way, I’m in a similar spot as the one I was in last year. I’m searching for a new job, I’m halfway through panic mode, and a cousin or two of mine are getting on my nerves.

Before I left, I did a number of things. I played flier deliverer, I saw a rainbow, I tested out a homemade green iced tea with raspberries, I proceeded to add white rum from Lidl to it, I went to the pool, I made a brownie with sunflower oil instead of butter (not bad!), I went to my friend’s birthday and I had some chips with coke (incredible).

Now I’m on the coast in a two room apartment with my parents, aunt and twin cousins. Yay. Pray for me.

I remember driving to the coast, everything was so blue and white and yellow, it was gorgeous, the clouds looked sharpened, ultra HD. The countryside reminds me of scenes from Russian propaganda - big beautiful fields, giant clouds, ruins from Socialist times standing grand and gorgeous. I have a weakness for Socialist aesthetics. I think it’s cause I grew up in an apartment block. Dunno.

I remember praying that I’d make it to the coast. It’s like every time I almost never make it due to car issues and now was no exception. Thank god I made it. I’m in heaven. Right?

Song:

Summer progress bar: 8.4%/100

[rhinestoneintherough]

 Opened the parade with Dykes on Bikes, riding through thousands of people flying our own  little fuck you to  the military recruiters at SF pride this year.