his thousand yard stare and flat ass have captivated me mind and soul

[ID: a photo of a postcard, sent from The Samuel Adams Brewery 30 Germania Street Boston, MA 02130, phone number 617-368-5080. The note written on the card reads, “Hey, I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in boston and its the only address I know. Happy Holidays, MW.” /End ID.]

if grief is love with no place to go, and this postcard had to go to the only address he knows…hold on im understanding something

@confusedspinny

As a society valuing convenience over experience is why everything sucks today. Blockbuster was an EXPERIENCE. the movie theater was an EXPERIENCE. Music stores were an EXPERIENCE. Arcades were an EXPERIENCE. I don’t want to sit in my house forever!!!!! I don’t want everything streamed to my electronics!!!!! I want to sit in front of the big silver screen for 2 hours with a coke freeze and come out with my life changed!!!! I want to live and I don’t care the cost!!!!!!

frog machine

yeah sorry I crushed your boyfriend with the flat side of my knife to release his aromas. yeah he’s in the soup now

without arts & crafts we are in hell

everybody has a love-hate relationship with their hometown. it's just built into the equation of growing up. im mr. born to run. im mr. thunder fucking road. i gotta get out, i gotta hit the highway, im a road running man, i got the white line fever in my veins. i am gonna run, run, run and im... well im never coming back. i currently live ten minutes from my hometown.

touch starved not in a craving human contact way but in a daydreaming about napping under a dragon's wing way

the whole point of life is just knowing a bunch of weird stuff and being kinda flirty