“What About ‘though Shall Not Kill,’” I Ask, Cautiously Reaching For My Own Firearm.

just food for thought, you know?

got so much motion they call it a sickness

how it feels to have a relaxing midweek walk through a field outside ur job in the foothills

doing the laundry doing the dishes vacuuming the carpet doing the laundry doing the dishes vacuuming the carpet doing the laundry doing the dishes vacuuming the carpet doing the laundry doing the dishes vacuuming the carpet

okay

the devil came back from georgia and decided to try his luck with detroit.

“still crazy” has wonderful emotional lyrics and then an absolutely toe-curling sax solo. that’s S tier stuff right there.

Paul Simon will write some gut-wrenching bars about love and loss and the next verse will be like “so I’m a-walkin’ down the street”

she snuggle on my snooter until i 💕✨eep✨💕

a dragonfly landed on my fishing rod!!!1!1!!! suicide postponed!!!!1!1!!

the way she put peanut butter on it got me barkin like a dog 😳😳🐶🐶

bouta get intubated for Tube Tuesday