whenever i hear “fuck you” i get really annoyed about the improper use of the indicative mood: “if i was richer…” should be “if i were richer…”
on the morn, eve, well, it depends
Just brushed my teeth, so I might as well write about the value of home and the associated sentiments. Note that I kept that as vague as possible. I have an apartment in Boston—which, in a stroke of cognitive laziness, I always call “my house”—that I often refer to as home. So what happens during Christmas break: I come home from home, and when I go back I take a bunch...
dominiquetransatlantique asked: are you in love with a stripper?
no, spotify, i didn’t click on latin radio what an abrasive end to a nap
the asian buzz my tumblr generates is fascinating
a 1am belting of landslide and fuck you in a car is hard on the old cords, but worth the pain