"A hangover?
Who cares,
while there are blossoms."
Who cares,
while there are blossoms."
— Basho (via surmise-en-scene)
This is a nice sentiment, Basho, but I don’t buy it. And I’m all about blossoms.
Things that I jotted in the margins of my spirals this semester:
- Diderot.
- This is fucking ridiculous.
- I should not be allowed to watch Amelie first thing in the morning.
- I can’t stop analyzing your face. I’m looking at your ear.
- You should be grateful to have an A-.
- Giant Ham Hocks.
- Why…
Soup. Eat it.
DO YOU WANT TO GET SOME APPLEBEE’S OR SOMETHING? MAYBE SOME OUTBACK?
I THOUGHT WE WERE SAVING FOR VACATION.
IS A BLOOMIN’ ONION GOING TO DRAIN THE VACATION FUND?
… NO.
EXACTLY. SO LET’S GO GET ONE.
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Wilson Pickett - “Stagger Lee”
Still the most cheerful song about a murder ever written.
We had a cat named Stagger Lee when I was a kid.
Drivin’ that train, high on cocaine…
Story of my life. Don’t tell me… I’ve nothin’ to do…
intheminorkey replied to your post: Is it wrong to reblog pictures of your own boobs?
Never.So…more boobs?
Always! All the boobs!
Where are we?
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