chunks of flommus
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Bwargh von Modnar
i miss the time when the holy ghost was my altered state of choice
It was actually on one of my first bus rides to church camp that I learned what a rave was, from my
une trinité
un Things Instagram wants to sell me today: Brightly colored hair wax Gothy boob harnesses Acrylic paint Therapy I feel attacked.
dammit, lyft
grandma: He’s not still outside, is he? What’s his car look like? me: It’s a Prius. You know what a Prius looks like? grandma:
dating a ‘literal fedora I have to pretend is smarter than me’
“Do you know how much more attractive debt-free virgins (without tattoos) are to young men? Unfortunately, there are so few of these