Oh boy, a new school year. It’s times like this I wish I could travel back in time and start summer all over again but this time that goddamn balloon salesman would BEG to …
Wait, why the hell am I writing this? I don’t have to form sentences for another week. Gotta take advantage this while can; Sleep. drukn wewtherhumen #ahhhj-wooooooooo0
Thursday’s forecast: A is for Adjective-noun-verb-pronoun-expletive!
"+"
“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”
