Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day when I don’t have beach plans you inconsiderate asshole of a meteorological system. Don’t you read my freakin’ blog? Everybody on the damn planet knew I was in for some delicious rays of sun and human ogling.
Tuesday’s forecast: virtual tanning.
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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”
