At a bar in manhattan…
Wish I were hanging out with my computer right now :/
Enough about the shower curtain; I’m wearing awesome shorts (Taken with instagram)
I stared at a rat in my dream last night, and I heard a champagne laugh. And, I had a thought that my dream-self was put on the earth to show people cruelty; through his tongue they would find someone else to appreciate them. Then I was the rat, and I woke up to a haze of smoke and vomited the memory away in to the toilet. It came back to me with a shudder like taxidermy.
Band photos 2012 lol (Taken with instagram)
Wish I were hanging out with my computer right now :/
If you stand outside a telephone booth on a rainy day… and are approached by a man who’s face is hidden under a violet umbrella… my advice to you is… Make friends with television.
It’s Monday! That means a new episode of our podcast Will And Bobby Know Everything is available for download or stream now completely free!
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This is episode 2 of a brand new series and is really fucking funny and entertaining. Download, tell your friends, and above all send us feedback!
To celebrate, Pickles and I are torturing ourselves with awful nick cage movies. Huzzah world!
Movie night with Mister Pickles (Taken with instagram)
Shit got serious (Taken with instagram)
(Source: hookedheart, via childrenofthemooon)
After high school, there are no “types of people,” so stop making yourself out to be one. You’re not the “type of person” to do anything, because that type of person doesn’t exist. You are one thing or not, and you most certainly are you, so own it.
Leave the house before 10am.
Shower daily.
That’s all it takes.
With a light so dim all I could see was a tail of smoke crossing over my eyes, I breathed a deep shaman’s breath and felt the world hiccup before crossing in to sleep. That phantom haze creeped over in shadow, and I wondered if I would be having a nightmare or sex dream; I hadn’t had much of anything else lately.
Skrillex is dubstep’s Girltalk.
The bad ones get famous, the good ones never get caught.