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i’m laying prone on the dining hall floor about this post. the reblog is not enough. i need this on billboards.

it all comes back to fated. to be perfectly honest

dicks out friday

THIS WAS FOR A SCHOOL PROJECT IGNORE ANYTHING BAD.

mad scientist man!!!!!!!!!!

kevin’s doing well by the way i did his laundry yesterday and he has a phone now. hope things continue to go well for him

im gonna start a charity that will pair every “i hate small talk, tell me something deep” man with a homeless or elderly person who doesn’t often get a chance to talk with people. them mfs do not mess around. today a man told me that i had received 11 thousand blessings in the span of my lifetime without knowing my fucking name. and do you wanna know what? kevin was right. i have.

one day i'll actually start posting my fic but today is probably not that day

anyways on a bit of a roll art-wise so have this dumb doodle

19 is such an unromantic age for spring. in winter it’s all well and good, it serves like an overcoat and scarf. it coats all embarrassment about who you are in a thick layer of frost and ennui- so what if i’m boring. winter serves as a modifier to the shame of being boring while young. it’s winter, i’m 19, light my cigarette about it. but in spring? and, god forbid, summer? it seems almost chaste, as a number. to be 18 in summer was monumental, a symbol of incredible, defining freedom, a maidenhead and a maiden voyage all at once, even if i knew as i was 18 that it was humiliating to be 18. but 19? in spring? that winter ennui is remaining even now that the frosts are melting. how horrifically embarrassing it is to be 19 in spring! hustler and virgin all in one. i don’t even like good music.

there is nothing i can do to introduce you to what this will be but you have to fucking watch it

in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.

yeah ok this sounds fun

we're going to have an OLDER BROTHER summer. we will be drinking MONSTER. we will be LIFTING WEIGHTS. we will be ignoring our MOM. we will be surviving off of CHIPS and NOODLES. we will NOT be SHOWERING. we will only be putting on AXE DEODORANT. we will be bothering PRETTY WOMEN and getting REJECTED. OLDER BROTHER SUMMER !!

come get y’all juice.