Last night, on the first night in like three days that I got to sleep late, I dreamed about staying up all night against my will and having to give a box of mac n cheese to this kid who I don’t think even likes me but who really wanted my mac n cheese and the sun was coming up through the window and I was panicked.

Ants in my bed: is it my fault?

Oh God I'm Terrified (acoustic demo)

One of several new songs

INANIMATE ANDAMAN BANANA MAN

The more important homes are oriented westward for maximum sunset.

I’m starting a gofundme page for my amazon wish list to see if i can earn enough money to not have a job for a year or two.

Success looks like many access badges and lanyards and nice shirts and big outdoor events that I have access to and everyone looks up and says “Oh do you know who that is?” while they sip their complimentary beer and watch the show.

rose-from-titanic:

Portland net art fuckboys can suck my dick

(Source: watchful-wolf)

I rode the ride on leather seats.

The rumbling and engine heat

drew me to the living street.

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I wish I lived with grandma still - I’d go swimming every day

but she moved across the state, to live with grandpa in the business park.

His business isn’t here.

The antlers cut the silly hair

that keep me tied to Venus;

on my shears she sits

just one snip

from heaven that I combed.

That was just three years ago.

“WAIT! I’M NOT A MASS OF CANCER.

I CAN’T HELP YOUR FUCKING DANCER

GET A PART IN ALL THE PLAYS

SO EVERYONE WILL KNOW HER NAME

CUZ THEY KNOW HER FACE IS LAME.”