my dog won't stop calling his kennel "the bone zone." stop it dude. that's. ugh
something something the banality of progress
The Wellspring, Brendon Burton
cut me open and look around. take home a souvenir. remember me for my exposed and mixed up guts
i'm in the spinny castle from that one Peter Capaldi episode. they're trying to get me to confess my grandmother's recipe for "gin in a coffee mug." i will never tell. i'll keep dying for millions of years
none so cunty
walking nearer the house where the elklink left its tracks rn
he's fully divine so actually all this goes out the window
TIL there is no physical description of Jesus in the Bible.
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slice of the day is girl spit, boy spit, and polish sausage
English added by me :)