all you wanna do is cuddle…
but you recently destroyed your phone, and along with it, your contacts for down-ass babes…
and now, you’re alone in your massive warehouse space with nothing but sorrow and loneliness to keep you company.
I call this craft after hours.
Hair fountain courtesy of Max Ogden, the viking housemate.
The Promise Ring // Nothing Feels Good
i’ve got my hands on the one hand
but i don’t know where to put them
but on the other hand
i don’t know if i’ll talk my way out of this one tonight
En route to the laundromat with my human-sized Freight Bag full of one-million-pound damp clothes since our dryer broke down.
Yes. This is the kind of night it will be. Again. Always. Forever.