Well, I almost managed to make it through my college experience without having one of those evil professors who grades you on lecture attendance. And here I thought attendance grades were something that only happened in bad movies, or to bad people, or at least to people majoring in something weird… like… the part of the day before noon.
Friday’s forecast: Hmmph, not even vampirism majors are safe.
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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”
