#boredanum

[kurtzsplayground]

boredanum replied to your photo:365 Day Selfie Challenge   38)When you notice your...

Nice robe ;)

I bought it from this hella cool guy I went to school with.

[viktorphile]

listening to come as you are

kurt cobain: and i swear that i don't have a gun

scott: turns out he did lol

[gastly420]

boredanum replied to your post “sigmundnoid520 replied to your post “11 days and then i’m gonna be...”

that thing from belle was meant to be from me, i was on her tumblr and thought it was mine....

haha well mane my auntie is meeting me at the airport but we could sneak into the bathroom under the pretext of coming home sex and then just come back out coked up?

[kurtzsplayground]

boredanum replied to your post:You! Residents of Perth! I am currently alone and...

Search the medicine cabinet for opiates If there are some I’ll come join huehuehue

There is no medicine cabinet, this place hasn't even got panadol, let alone anything of recreational use.

Not that I'd know what drugs are of recreational use.

[viktorphile]

just got back from the hospital where scott has to stay over night, literally crying into my mcdonalds that scott's dad bought me on the drive home i feel like any bad times we may have experienced, it never truly felt so bad because we were together, we had each other. i am weak. and very much slipping into that anxiety in which i am constantly distressed about scott's well being, irrationally distressed. i feel like a small child. i had to put on thick layers of clothing to feel remotely close to the warmth that i feel when i am next to him. and i am selfish because this isn't at all about me, it is about scott, him needing to stay overnight in order to become better. i love you, see you in the morning

[viktorphile]

a sentence of events

home cooked dinner in plastic take away containers, on the run, long car rides with some genuinely radical friends (that were sleep deprived and xanax’d out of their minds to my slight horror, as well as license-less may i add) that my love and i met recently;

a rushed visit to our long lost beautiful aunt to deposit pocket money sadly no indian medicine cards or palms to be read this week;

a heart warming encounter with the elderly man running the local delicatessen; parking lots filled with underaged wannabe thugs and their desperate attempts at intimidation;

a squishy car trip with god within a boy to the homely abode of his third grandparents, familiar faces at the press of a button from window through to window;

breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next week (who do i kid, few days at most) in sandwich bags, names assigned

steep driveways, welcoming faces none of which i recognise but childish faces emerge through matured jaw structure and facial hair and suddenly i am surrounded by familiarity; and again we are the ones to exclude ourselves and at the same time being as social as we may ever be, previously unknown to awkward to knees touching, cigarette rolling, somehow friend you are so valuable to me;

but nothing compared to the friend that lies behind me that i currently neglect in order to document such mundane facts of events that no soul probably cares to know