my baka license is expiredddd :((((
my baka license is expiredddd :((((
Winona’s year of aplomb
This is my year of putzing for pleasure, not for planning. Haven’t come up with a good slogan but that’s the gist ykwis
Eating birria sloppy as fuck in tha streets busting all over my face and mouth (like cum and jizz would) life could be a dream
Having a very “never kill yourself” day. Shit rules. Ringo and Vash shaking hands
Can I be honest I’m a say yes to anything girl and sometimes I feel it comes off desperate but I really am just so down to Do Things I love an outing I love spending time with people more than anything aaaaaaaa
Something very lgbt brewing
Local woman practices self care and feels good again
-the smiling smiler
Would I still be hot if I made a letterboxd……..
Sometimes you have a thought like “my bangs are performative” and it’s hey girl. what.
What I look like listening to the cd and remembering how good the show was
I am a woman with a lust for bell peppers
Off work and shit to do about it they should make a doing nothing that doesn’t feel like you’re wasting It All. How’s a girl fill a day gosh
Pros and cons: pro. It’s warm. Con. If I don’t see the sun soon my shit gonna be smoove (off).
The general public has decided I am not giving fem today and I am now in the worst mood all time. My Baka life, etc etc.
I love live music I love sweaty transsexuals in the pit my joie de vivre is peaking rn
I could be a phenomenal sea captain if not for The Charybdis and whatnot -_-
I wanna go out on the open ocean but ngl I fear I’d attract sea monsters at a higher than average rate
Ngl I am kinda freaking out but it’s in a suave put together smooth operator kinda way so.
Ngl I am feeling Sour
I feel performative listening to classical music even when I’m on my own and telling nobody about it. Same with those 20 dollar words I’m wont to use
I’m on the cusp of something really succinct and beautiful. A perfect post . It’s close
Casiotone for the painfully alone’s “etiquette” does a lot for that melancholy feel
I need more bummer albums the only ones I listen to are too much fun
I’m pounding sand And kicking rocks. Multitasking.
I fear I’m entering another cheekface phase
Like genuinely yes that’s the first thing I noticed approaching on the horizon
A man who I can only describe as “wasian Pharrell” has walked into my store.
The amount of times in my life I’ve been bailed out by hummus is, genuinely, staggering.
I need. To learn how to budget. My god.