I have the perfect solution for those people who have a problem deciding what to wear: Just don’t do laundry. Like, ever. Then you’ll be so desperate that you’ll just have to wear whatever you can find. The decision is made for you.
Problem solved.
Thursday’s forecast: Yes, I realize I am wearing a chicken suit. Why do you ask?
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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”
