January 2011
December 2010
West End Blues by Louis Armstrong
West End Blues by Louis Armstrong
Anonymous asked: "We should go on an adventure."
"To where? "
"I have no idea."
"To where? "
"I have no idea."
Goodbye loveys. I’ll be back in a week. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the year and an adventurous New Year’s.
“I like sex because it feels good, of course. But also because it’s an...”
– The Pervocracy: Rebellion.
It’s nights like these, when the water drip drip drips off the eaves, pattering rhythmically outside of my window, when I want to curl up on the floor of my room, surrounded by candles and use a ouija board.
My family got me some fantastic gifts this year.
I asked for a purple 18 volt drill, so my mother bought a regular one and gave it to me with purple paint, duct tape, and bedazzling stuff.
A miniature top hat
A popcorn maker
A doughnut pan
A pocket watch
Anyone find these as phenomenal as I do?
