WE ARE ALL BELLY AND NO LEGS.

slightly more respectable thoughts here:
mother WAP

ras.mashramani@gmail.com

boniverotica:

Today Bon Iver wrapped me in his flannel, which smelled like charred pine and licorice, and took me outside to show me a perfect spiderweb.

boniverotica:

Today Bon Iver wrapped me in his flannel, which smelled like charred pine and licorice, and took me outside to show me a perfect spiderweb.

illume:

“we buy livers” - at the corner of our new house in South Philly.

also by gorilla upskirts: neighbors with flavor and 300 chickens for a wife. which was removed. the trash, however, remained.