If you know the ‘human, say goodbye. Because between Cinqo de Mayo and ASVT, there’s no way in hell the ‘human makes it through this weekend.
Friday’s forecast: Fuck Friday, the ‘human is far more concerned with Sunday. It’s gonna be a rough day for the ‘human. The ‘human apologizes in advance for its inevitable, cynical, hungover Monday weather.
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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”
