I know the words to the songs. I sing the songs. I sing them well.
I want her to talk dirty to me. I really like to watch her mouth out these Russian words.
All life has pain and suffering
The root of suffering is attachment
There is a way to stop suffering
The path to enlightenment is the Eight-Fold path
Midnight bike ridesDelicious cold windFear of dogsAn attractively empty bar
how do i separate who I follow on tumblr? 1st world problem.
My page is littered with male fashion crap that I will never afford, bikes frames that cost more than my teeth, contemporary art aggregators that do multiple updates at once, and so on.
(i don’t want to unsubscribe but I don’t want to see that shit all the time either)
I value viewing original content at a reasonable pace. Not a smorgasbord of suffocating stuff.
Almost made me quit the bass 2 weeks ago.
i forget
how smart kids can be
how stupid people my age are
how smart and sensitive people my age are
that the moon is real
how much spending your life in one place in the world can obscure your perspective.
the simplicity of life back then
how bored I was back then
about my father oops.
the most
depressing thing about having a dog is that they die before you do.