February 2012
FART FART FART FART
everyone’s on fire.
1 tag
today is a Jane Doe in it's entirety sort of day
4 tags
I couldnt care less about the oscars
I met a girl named Metaphor, she spoke in tongues and had contagious flaws I COULDN’T KEEP MY PAWS OFF OF.
dispetrichordia:
scoundrelvillain:
dispetrichordia:
scoundrelvillain:
WAY TOO MUCH SRIRACHA TO BURRITO RATIO.
Never too much
this is what I thought before my tongue lost all taste buds.
They grow back…
I’m unintentionally smoking my tongue. I am a dragon. Which in hindsight is a good thing. You were right…never too much.
dispetrichordia:
scoundrelvillain:
WAY TOO MUCH SRIRACHA TO BURRITO RATIO.
Never too much
this is what I thought before my tongue lost all taste buds.
WAY TOO MUCH SRIRACHA TO BURRITO RATIO.
I miss the dark night sky. Light pollution is no good.
