selfie war
don’t know what it was but that show last night was weird as fuq and just kinda made me appreciate Worcester a lot more.
gf appreciation post.
for loaning me 1200 bux to buy a mobike. 100 m/g really cuts down that public transportation cost
and at the age of 21 I am about to rewrite an essay about teenagers shitting in each others textbooks.
The next question: what happens when the shit hits the land?
If it’s here, chances are good the dogs eat it. They follow me outside, heads lolling, faces grinning, tails wagging slowly. When I squat they sidle round behind me, and I have to put my hands on their shoulders to keep them from nuzzling in too close.
After I finish they move in to clean it up, just as they do with the tootsie rolls the cats leave behind.
I know this is supposed to bother me, but it doesn’t.
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Derrick Jensen, What We Leave Behind (via delicateheresy)
derrick dog-licks-my-ass jensen (via intifadaxvx) |
