I really like this new guy. I don’t know why, I couldn’t explain it. But I like him. and he apparently likes me. and I’m very happy though I don’t get to see him all the time. but it’ll have to do.
hate being broke. I make amazing shirts I can’t even afford haha.
She was like the last twenty-two seconds of a song I never wanted to end. Unlike anything I’d heard before. Especially not like the trash that frequents the radio. There were no lyrics; at least not ones I could discern. Just a mellifluous musical denouement. She was as infectious as the riffs of…
Won’t you come on in and tug at my seams and send your armies in of robbers and thieves and steal the state I’m in, I don’t want it any more.
these three pictures being on the same page make me so happy it’s insane.