No, it’s not a sunburn. *sigh*
This is all we need in the world.
You know, other than an empty cardboard box.
“What idiot called it ‘insomnia’ and not ‘resisting a rest?’”
Wi-Fi: “Connected.” Me: “Then fucking act like it.”
It’s a cold, cold world out there. But at least we have kittens.
“I love you, you love me, Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 3.”
An important visual essay.
This is what the internet’s for, honestly.
We smelt it, and yeah, we dealt it.
So many white crew socks.