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I see Clitty is continuing the trend of putting anything he finds in his mouth.

I got a pack of cigarillos and I’m sitting outside the laundry mat in floral print yoga pants, timbs, and a pink pleather crop top with a boob window because that’s all I had that was clean.

i literally wrote everything i needed to for this plotline that spans an entire week in three days </3

I’ve been watching documentaries again. Mostly out of boredom. So many neat little animal facts.

Not sure what to say here, so just imagine I’m heaving a really big sigh that’s part exasperated, but mostly content.

Gave James an adidas tracksuit back in 1948 and he hasn’t acted right since.

Trick to arguing while slav squatting is to not get up until it turns physical or you lose.

Sitting here squatting outside trying to have a smoke and something to drink, and someone comes outside to tell me to turn my “music” down. If you didn’t want to listen to hardbass at two in the morning then you should move.

Helloooo.

It was back during [REDACTED] because they use shaving you bald to dehumanize you, and [REDACTED] on top of [REDACTED]. 

Every now and again I look in the mirror and think hmmm. I want to cut all my hair off. Then I immediately nip it in the bud by reminding myself the last time my hair was short was literally hell on earth.

I really don’t mean to keep shoving compliments into every little quip I make, I just feel a certain type of way when they both act cute.

Having those two posts right on top of each other is rather fitting.

Thinking about it now and James really is the finding a caveman stuck in ice trope.

I like watching Clint and James interact. It’s so funny.

Everyone alwaaaays complains. Natasha, you tried to kill me. Natasha, you tried to poison me. Natasha, you stole my identity. Totally not my issue if you want to instantly trust a beautiful woman giving you an unmarked cup.