come through, man. we're hanging out in a seemingly boundless grove of pomegranate trees. it's always dusk here. I have forgotten almost every detail of my past
a few weeks ago i finally convinced greg to try a luxurious bath with candles, scents, etc. folksβ¦β¦i have created a monster. a monster that wonβt stop luxuriating in a weeknight bath
thoughts on new succession: please stop showing me this beautiful woman because i am 2 seconds from getting a haircut that i will absolutely, categorically regret
you can tell i grew up in portland because i am incapable of working when i can see snow falling outside. third grade, thirty years old, whatβs the difference
out in the small town i work in, everybody was driving SO well in the snow. truly A+ work from all involved. as i got closer to portland, the snow decreased and the shit driving SHARPLY increased