Whoa. I have two new weathersiblings. Honestly. I’m way too old to be a brother or sister, so… I guess I’ll have to strangle them or something. Ha ha! Just kidding! I love my increasingly large family. We are gathering strength like a hurricane. No, the weathersiblings are not named Andrew, Frances or Charley… you sick fuck.
Tuesday’s forecast: Happy belated Mother’s Day. Now head to higher ground.
"+"
“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”
