January 2011
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visited my high school today. was greeted with,...
look at me i’m so fucking artsy with my short blue hair and my grey pants and yellow hoodie where’s my sketchbook I AM TRYING TO SAY ALL THE THINGS
i wonder why i hated pearce high school.
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wow, american skins. i don't even know what to...
thirty minutes into the first episode and that is the end of that experiment.
arboriform-deactivated20121117 asked: I didn't realize armadillos were a real thing. I kind of thought they were made up animals, like unicorns. Since I have now discovered that they live in Texas (like you!), I have one very important question:
WILL YOU BRING ME A BABY ARMADILLO WHEN YOU COME BACK TO PORTLAND?
WILL YOU BRING ME A BABY ARMADILLO WHEN YOU COME BACK TO PORTLAND?
arboriform-deactivated20121117 asked: I didn't realize armadillos were a real thing. I kind of thought they were made up animals, like unicorns. Since I have now discovered that they live in Texas (like you!), I have one very important question:
WILL YOU BRING ME A BABY ARMADILLO WHEN YOU COME BACK TO PORTLAND?
WILL YOU BRING ME A BABY ARMADILLO WHEN YOU COME BACK TO PORTLAND?
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how to make a perfect grilled cheese
1. turn on stove, put your frying pan on it, put a lot of butter in it
2. take out your slices of bread, put them in the toaster
3. slice your cheese/other toppings (i recommend avocado and tomato)
4. take out bread, it should be just barely, barely brown
5. butter the inside of each piece (or both sides, if you’re paula deen inclined), put bread on a plate, put cheese slices on the...
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watched so much big bang theory today
literally fell off of my bed at one point and snorted more times than i care to admit.
(a lot).
time for a grilled cheese and mint chocolate chip ice cream and more big bang theory.
I AM BILL HAVERCHUCK INCARNATE.
happy camper: Every Day You Play - Pablo Neruda... →
soyface:
Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Artist takes a different drug every day and draws... →
wait, is this my ex-boyfriend?
thatsummerfeeling:
“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”
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