Everyone’s favorite game.
Living in self-imposed exile along the fog-cloaked coasts of Northern California is the mental health equivalent of 12 cheeseburgers and a pack of unfiltered cigarettes a day.
mY mUSE. I guess it’s coming along ok.
Addiction is a serious problem. If you have an issue, please seek help.
oldtimereligion said: The signs were all there, how did no one notice before it was too late?
His tumblr account lay draped in white cloth, by whom you do not know, now stained red with his lost vitae, and pancake syrup. They say his account was found by following an overbearing scent of tequila gimlets, towards the breakfast nook. You know the place they speak of. As the tumblr followers disperse and unfollow, the terrible reality of the situation dawns upon you, and you feel slightly hungry, annoyed and headachey. Where are my car keys?
This is what happens in between not making gifs every two weeks or so.
And they said not to eat it.
I never did learn to hold on to the rail.
I started a gif yesterday but had a major existential crisis about the point of it all and it’s still unfinished.