love today

Attempt at blogging my daily stream of consciousness and failing miserably. Will improve over time, hopefully.
shoplawrence:

( purchase ) 
re-tumble to win a pair! 
details on the journal
photo, jeff allen

Wompwomp

shoplawrence:

( purchase

re-tumble to win a pair! 

details on the journal

photo, jeff allen

Wompwomp

Relax.

Relax.

(Source: aintitcool.com)

So much lighter.
Before.

So much lighter.

Before.

A shitty photo to remind myself that this really is about as good as it gets.

A shitty photo to remind myself that this really is about as good as it gets.

Chillin’

Chillin’

PARADISE

PARADISE

TFAM

TFAM

淡水

淡水

Sorry to pollute your dashboard with another annoying post complaining about finals, but here’s another annoying post of me complaining about finals.
I just finished 4 finals in a row, you can’t see with this filter but my face is actually melting, I don’t know how I feel about either, I don’t know if I am capable of feeling anything anymore for that matter, I should go pack, what is this and where am I, one more final tomorrow morning, I trust that my brain will fully function on autopilot because I think I have checked out.
Have I met the quota for the number of times I can type out and read the word “finals” before I go fucking crazy? No? Ok. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals. Finals. Finals. Finals.

Sorry to pollute your dashboard with another annoying post complaining about finals, but here’s another annoying post of me complaining about finals.

I just finished 4 finals in a row, you can’t see with this filter but my face is actually melting, I don’t know how I feel about either, I don’t know if I am capable of feeling anything anymore for that matter, I should go pack, what is this and where am I, one more final tomorrow morning, I trust that my brain will fully function on autopilot because I think I have checked out.

Have I met the quota for the number of times I can type out and read the word “finals” before I go fucking crazy? No? Ok. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals, finals. Finals, finals. Finals. Finals. Finals.

I think the guy at Chipotle was flirting with me

I think the guy at Chipotle was flirting with me

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Van Morrison - The Way Young Lovers Do

Justice @ Fox Theater on April 17th, I’m fucking down