Getting high on open window air

friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

i hate people who know highways. “i’m heading south on I-65” okay man. i’m moving my rook to c2

did you imagine your own tragic death a lot as a child or are you normal

Sorry I'm late, I got added to the Wild Hunt last night and ran and reveled with them for what felt like 100 years plus a day until I landed the killing blow on a stag with bronze antlers then suddenly woke in my bed, willow leaves in my hair, a nameless song echoing in my ears, and my hands still bloody, so yeah, totally missed my alarm and stuff.

the masculine urge to ride your horse into the middle of town and dramatically fall off of it revealing the serious gunshot wound in your side