It needs to be january so I can have a beer with every meal I digest
Chapter 14 of Sputnik Sweetheart opened my chest and gripped me by the heart.
Russell and I held down the beer pong table for like 20 games straight last night
shit got real
“I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.” —Franz Kafka, from Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings tr. Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins (via livelysoulmeetsbody)
Shit I would like to get into:
- making pens
- having 6+ kittens
Just ordered a cake that says "I'm Gone With the Wind FABULOUS"
damn I haven't had an ask in months. I guess that makes me a boring motherfucker
I wonder what would have happened if I took my entire college finances and used it to purchase serious supplies and just spent four years making clothes instead of coming to a university
people who say ‘nom nom nom’ when they eat