Discard
The Pensieve
Blossom
The Wash
Grown Out
its friday and the sun is shining and there are buds on the tree out the window
we are radically in support of 2020 erasure
love to sell all my stuff like im going away for a while (AWAY FOR A WHILE)
i never paid so much attention to the catkins
Steps To
The Woods
Rocks Atop
The Reservoir
Whiteout
Range
was thinking about how snow covered london looks from the sky and remembered that was something you used to get to see sometimes
screaming AND THEN in the brief moments between nothings happening
omg the gme millionaire guy is cousin greg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIVscxs9oJg
wake up and say something
quick q what happens to the cat's soul in soul
i was cursed to only speak in long, eloquent prose directly from my arse
Snow day
haggus
look im sorry but My Neeps My Tats My Whisky And My
where do all the sleds come from
here hold this it tells you everything thats going on everywhere all at once but without any context
my ideal dog is unimaginably huge, larger than the earth. a lovecraftian titan who wants a scritch that can never be got
when u refer to a letter or its content outside of the context of a letter its considered breaking kayfabe and is frowned upon in the civil war reenactment community
winding it in for everybodys sake
all that stands between me and the void is one to two hours of shit tv a night
i get back from running in the park and i deliver my morning dog report in full and at length
desperately upset that the @secondgentleman handle is taken
i like the nervous host energy of the guy who wipes down the mic and lectern. do you want any more drinks? sorry the house is a real mess i didn't have much warning ahahaha
npm install logs being like wow this blew up here's my soundcloud and onlyfans support open source
cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; every time you try and change the bin the bag will be a bit small and will rip a bit
well look at you all stressed out and nowhere to go
devastating ourselves with sad books of an evening
running far enough that all the bits of my body fall off until im a head in a bin
the real victim of all of this is jack, who has to see himself in the facetime preview far more than he'd like
watching them play gwent. throwing my beer and popcorn at the tv when the call's bullshit