*opens Tumblr, Looks Inside*

my current appartment looks a lot like this

Can't hang out in your great-uncle's den anymore. Because of woke

“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”

same spectrum, different wavelength

chillin in the beater with greebus, hittin warp 19 in plastic chairs

the speed racer movie is genuinely one of the greatest pieces of cinema of all time

one must imagine sisyphus grinding skins in call of duty

babe wanna push this boulder up this hill with me?

somehow, while waking today, my phone came unlocked and got most of the way through buying a pair of pants before i noticed.

leaving sacramento:

Your blog really runs on the logic of unfunny + head/getting head/life changing head = funny. (I think you should check your maths)

when she sends you hate mail <<333