Damn, don’t forget to clean out your backpack every now and then. I use mine as a refrigerator/pharmacy/library/file cabinet, and what goes in doesn’t always come back out. Yesterday I detected a mysterious odor coming from it, then discovered a forgotten trove of carrots. CarROTs hahahahha ha… ha. But seriously, that’s really gross.
Monday’s forecast: My quest to lose air freshener begins.
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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”
