local bastard

the epic highs and tragic lows of literally just being in my head on a perfectly normal day

2013 was like… sweater weather, chocolate, Pompeii, little lion man, Ho hey.. what happened to that

short walk in the sun momentarily heals local woman who hasn't felt real since she was 7

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

it's rotten work but decay is an essential part of the cycle of death and rebirth

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.

no, the BEANIE is jughead. youre thinking of jugheads monster,

well i guess im not allowed back at the shooting range because the woke dipshits that own the place kept getting complaints that it was "concerning" and "uncomfortable" when i would tape a poster-sized photograph of my own face onto the target and land every single shot perfectly between the eyes

i think people w acid reflux should be able to store it up so they can unleash it all at once in a devastating corrosive spit attack