tbh if there was an apocalypse of some sort I’d get a backpack, fill it with food, water, batteries, a flash light, radio, binoculars, duct tape, tampons, razors, deodorant, I’d put on my boots and jeans and a tank top and a flannel and my leather jacket, I’d put my guitar strap on my katana, cut off all my hair, and I’d leave. Fuck staying at home or trying to be with family I’ll go to my boyfriends or cousins or somebody I know who has guns and everyone else can fend for themselves.
oh my god
I JUST BURST OUT LAUGHING IN A SILENT HOUSE OH MY GOD
This is a 14 page story I’ve been working on for the past couple months (which is why there’s been a slow down in updates). I hope you like it, I worked pretty hard on it!
Let’s show up uninvited to a public place! #anarchy
here is four minutes of myself speaking on the subject of naming my son ‘420’
more stupid shit that comes out of my mouth
Jean Michel Costeau ships Marilyn Flame and Milis Steel together
warm up doodle ft chihiro
"no i wan swimming"