And Not a Soul in Sight
It’s like the campus that feared sundown.
If you’re reading this, you’re a more dedicated student than the Weatherhuman, who has fled class for his Weatherhome for Weatherturkey with all the Weatherfixings.
Wednesday’s forecast: a 75 percent empty campus, with a 100 percent chance of coldhearted, troll-like professors who don’t cancel their Wednesday classes because they sacrificed their families for the pursuit of their field of study long ago.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
