Lemme just let my tuffgrrrl exterior down for a second to gush about a vague countdown of 5 days until someone especially special comes back within arm’s reach to be gross with me for what I hope to be the longest 5 days ever.
Now, back to all the witchy shit and whatever.
Currently blasting Latest Disgrace…then this popped up. <3
Don’t mind if I constantly swoon over the past.
Story of my life.
This is Birthday. She’s is a formal tuxedo cat from Greensboro, NC., whom recently made her way across the states with my friend, Ben, to stay with us for a bit.
She somersaults whenever you say her name and is probably the floppiest cat I’ve ever met. She’s a “hotrod” model, meaning her hind legs are longer than her front legs and she has the best strut.
She just climbed all over the computer, flopped into my arms and tuckered herself out. Good job, Birthday.
Rudimentary Peni ::: 1/4 Dead
overdosed on insensitivity, all varnished to crosses
The Revelation of St John: 4. The Four Riders of the Apocalypse (1497-1498) by Albrecht Dürer
Man Is The Bastard // The Kosher Grimace
The Promise Ring // A Picture Postcard
If I put my hands to your stomach,
or put my lips to your hand.
Birmingham has gone to motors.
Take me home, keep your eyes on the road.
So, don’t forget to kiss me if you’re really going to leave.
Couldn’t you take the second bus home?
Couldn’t you just take me with you?
I’m convinced that you’re from mars.
This is the song…
Put Your Hands On Me, My Love |Owen
put your hands on me, my love. while the world wakes up early and wastes the day working for money they don’t need, to buy things they don’t need. well, we’ll sleep in, we’ll do it again. it’s the little things that we do that mean anything
Ugh. Will always reblog. This is our song.
I’m making my way up to y’all tonight for 2 weeks!
LET’S DO THIS!