shutupaubrey:

team “i wore this yesterday but i’m going to a different place so it doesn’t matter”

What a world, you think: eat, work, fuck, die.
Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems (via paintdeath)

freshprlncess:

food-vacuum:

how does phone sex end?

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fuckerpunch:

i never realize how much i swear until i’m in a situation where i can’t

saqysay:

Atoms For Peace -  Rabbit In Your Headlights - live - Tokyo Japan

intensional:

i got 99 problems and probably about 94 of them come from my lack of motivation to do anything