"why Do You Know That" I Am Curious About The World Around Me

The urge to paint every photo that gives me inspiration is battling the urge to sketch pretty boys (for both gender and gay reasons) at all times in my brain and only once in a blue moon do they meet in the middle and inspire me to paint a pretty boy

I know it's probably been done before but oh well

we’re pregaming the ides of march again I love you tumblr dot com

what kind of drugs are in Lemon Demon songs why the hell is Neil so good at what he does

how can i do something like that

why does Neil cover so many artistic bases I think the man is immortal

At a family gathering recently my family was discussing cars and my dearest mother brought up my dream car, a conversation that went something like

Mother dearest: "[Sigh] He wants a Cadillac-"

Me, in a different room clicking away at my old apple computer that's about the weight of a gas tank: "A 1985 CADILLAC ELDORADO COUPÉ, MOTHER!"

Please note, I'm not at all a car person, I only recognise cars that people within my family have owned, and even then I don't know all of them

Oh, but I know the cadillac. That caddie and that one alone. I will drive that one day. It will handle like a boat, I'll definitely go to car shows with it, and I'm sure people will are going to ask why the hell I want it in the first place, but I'm determined.

wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

unbelievable that its 4/20 and absolutely nobody has put the objectively best rage comic on my dash yet. i have to do everything around here

Listening to the Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum cassette is all fine and dandy until you get to the end of Hidden In The Sand and the prolonged silence lets you feel safe and then Mucka Blucka catches you like a baseball to the teeth

Okay, so, looks like Google Docs might actually start implementing their rule about not sharing explicit content. (This includes writing.) How in the ever loving fuck am I supposed to back up 1,000+ stories that equate to 3 million+ words into fucking Microsoft Word????? And efficiently, for that matter?! HELP.