NICE

also i got a tiny rubber baby for 95¢

is your dad a tragic 19th century French author

u know when u drink really cold or hot drinks and u can feel it going down into ur stomach and u feel like one of those skeleton pirates in pirates of the caribbean when they’re drinking the beer

this post is ruining my life

Me, trying to explain my obsession with southern gothic and weird alt country: look I don’t know why, but if a song is acoustic, in a minor key, and about murder, god, or america, i just go absolutely batshit

Here’s my song “God’s going to murder America” in G minor

I’d listen to that on repeat for five weeks

not to be a dramatic bitch but the iconic emily bronte line ‘i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free’ hits me in the chest every time and transports me to an undisclosed rural hill in england some time in the 1800s with my hair tangling in the wind as im forced to think about everything i was and everything i’m turning into

the day steve irwin died this one kid stood at the school gate yelling the news over and over as everyone went home like… it was so important that he literally took on the role of town crier… and no one believed him…

Porn blogs still posting porn until December 17th is the equivalent of the band playing while the Titanic was sinking.

if ur hands are cold it’s just ur ghost boyfriend holding ur hand

my f

my feet are cold