i have this blog so at least my fingers can get some exercise
Why do you keep talking about your boss like he’s your father?
the good news is that i had time to stop for a frappe
Fleetwood Mac, 1976.
I went into a random dream town and this person has a chair, a box of tissues, and a picture of Carlton in their basement.
If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
when u force ur friends to listen to music they dont like