February 2012
sownbones:
I saw you undress, like the trees at the end of fall, in the afternoon. The sun through the crack in the window licks at your shoulders and neck. Your chest’s resilient tremors crawl through my chest and surface again with tiny leaves, reaching fingertips, to the twilit glow of the moon.
xtitlefight:
PARKOUR!
samdesant1s:
pamela-jane:
this is me turning into a cat
idk i was bored
hhahahahhah!
judaciouswarray:
glass-joe:
hapsycolour:
what happens when you plug an audio cable into the video port
cool
oh my god