Hostile Indians, we named a summer camp for you.
this could be us but you playin’

Awkward moment when you hit on a girl and she tell me that she doesn’t like whiskey. I had to walk away.


Maria Luisacrescendo, 2010

Who’s whiskey bottle ended up in my bag? Well it’s mine now.

My boys
Fuck Wut ya heard~

I forget that people I actually know follow this blog.

I love these two.

Forever sad at this hour.

i lied. everyone in my life is pretty cool. 6am cocaine induced sad thoughts.

got a stick and poke last night


I no longer want to be a man. I want to be a horse. Men have small thoughts. I need a tail, give me a tail.


Last FM