March 2012
jargonsucks:
sunday night frozen fish dinner thirty six hours of work this week to day since closing on friday the boy he said nothing ever really happens but people get drunk in the park and i said well see you soon
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tell me i’m not the only one who dreads getting things printed for art/design classes.
they always. get. it. wrong.
plastic flowers/frozen vegetables/7.30 am
like going to bed early
could have left you there in your open city learning how to swim at night watching the neighbours fight through the window you know the big one single malt with you i’ll never ever do this
cold hands the window across the road you know the big one goldfish our fish in the backyard on the fire escape warm today 82 percent cleaned out the freezer counted the pins...
somersaults at a funeral/a boy and his dog
