🫵🏻😂 Bro has mistaken his romanticizing of his melancholic solitude for fulfillment!! 😂😂😂😂 He yearns for the comfort of love, yet shies from the humiliating ordeal of being known!!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Hope everyone has best Sunday ever. Last Sunday of July. Make it count. Go outside. Ride a bike. Ride in a car but then put the window down and call a biker the F word that rhymes with maggot for no reason. Live a little. Read a book. Go for a walk. It’s the last summer of the year
When I think of Tarzan, a sort of naked orphaned jungle man raised by apes, away from the world in the mud and darkness, what comes to mind is of course the smooth soft rock and roll of Phil Collins
(3 drinks) sometimes the world is so magnificent that i will weep at the many simple beauties you encounter during a normal day
(3.25 drinks) if you begin to think about it enemies are actually surrounding me and closing in. i am beset upon by evil on all sides