tonight i will be visited by the Grimace of Hangovers Past…
this haus is extremely cute, and i want to live in it.
daily dose of my owly-eyed pal
the cause of, and solution to…
some bitchs are just mired in sunbeams.
i just bought this compelling volume of feline literature at a garage sale. viva la weekende.
"You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in, as I’m blinking off and on and off again. We’ve got a lot of time. Or maybe we don’t, but I’d like to think so, so let me pretend."