Another update. Guys at my bar are creepy as fuck.

Personal update: I am now a slave to the Hut, among other things.

Internet aids, that’s what I have.

Sitting in my car parked in a cemetery listening to The Folk Implosion reading Monkey Mind because my life became an indie movie I guess

Get out of my house. I need to eat this cereal and think about hypersexuality.

The new ORBS album looks so different than what I expected. Uhhhh I’m worried.

Finally found out my Myers-Briggs personality

lostvox:

reblog if ur a dragon who is having a little bit of a hard time typing with your giant talons

(Source: inthemidstofmonsters, via the-skyhunter)

I want a dog

The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.

—Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via meth-damon)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY