last night i had the most amazing dream.
and it’s weird because i can remember a lot of it really vividly. i need to go to sleep insanely high more often i was in a mansion, but it was old and crumbling, and there were hundreds of people there to see this art exhibition. i asked someone what it was called and they told me it was “the people’s key”, i instantly realised it was being run by conor oberst. this is...
and on a slightly funnier note, there really is no classy way to eat prawn crackers.
the drunk kids, the catholics they’re all...
today was too weird for me, so i gave up on everything and went to the other side of town. got really high and stared at the stars for an hour in the cold. i might be older but i’m none the wiser. inside i’m still a kid, and i’m scared.
jamie got a nerf gun for xmas. let the battles commence. although someone should explain that throwing the gun itself when you run out of ammo is not acceptable battlemanship. my knee hurts!
I had a dream they got back together and did an...
me: i haven't wrapped your present.
jamie: i don't want it wrapped. i don't want your gifts, you tramp.
me: *throws socks at his face*
jamie: aaaaaah kill it! with fire! *picks up nearest object and throws it at socks*
me: jamie that's vaseline.
jamie: close enough...
so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten– upward over the mountain, iron and wine
solemnsun: you’re being a dick to the one person who is always fucking good to you, you unappreciative smegpole. Oh be quiet, you can’t take a joke, pretty simple. this was about my brother…. awkward. go comb your beard.
you’re being a dick to the one person who is always fucking good to you, you unappreciative smegpole.
if someone took me to this i'd be the happiest... →