One day after enduring countless diatribes towards the ‘human for it’s untimely rain, yesterday’s weather-like movements were not much different. Fuck the weather.
Wednesday’s forecast: Fuck me? Fair enough, although, what the hell else is there to do on a torrid rainy day like today than masturbate?
Good Question, I win.
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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”
