I know the purge when I see it.

William Fitchner in Beef 2, correctly imo, declaring: “these apps are killing us, man.”

real

Fuck it we bawl

im reading bleak house and they just got to the house and guess what. its really nice. so what the fuck

movie poster for my father the hero

i can’t believe i forgot the picture lol. anyways this was super fucked up!

also whatever this was?? i think i went to see this with my parents! 😆

also when i think of the 90s i think of rick moranis for some reason

*~meat dreams are made of eels~*

incredible lol

his name was not dick bacon 😂

gonna play it safe in the future and just go with “meat-tube”

i spelled churu wrong 😑 (i am getting dumber by the day)

me and my black cat, 7 years ago on the day we got her. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, GIRL! 2 CHURROS TONIGHT!! 🙌🏻 (gotchu on ur gotcha day 🫶🏻)

we listen & we judge

omg ty! uhhh lemmie see… somethingsomething cats! am i doing it?? 😆🥲 (hope you’ve been well, friend!)

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idk how to yap anymore ☹️

honey bee on a dandelion

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omg! extra treats for them tonight!! 😆 (love the pfp!)

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oh shoot sorry 😆🤦🏻‍♀️

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have you seen this? 👀

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against the (mi)grain(e)

hanging in 🐒 (right back at you!)

my (red) mittened hand holding open a poetry book (“What Kind of Woman”) by Kate Baer, at the beach. the following two poems can be read: (left side): If My Daughter Wrote a Poem My mother squats in linen overalls and complains about her knees. It is like Christmas morning, she says when the basil blooms and the tomatoes hang heavy on the vine. My mother used to be beautiful. My mother used to be thin. My mother used to carry us in baby carriers against her chest until our bodies would go limp with sleep. Sometimes my mother roars, rage like a tooth. Sometimes there is nothing to try but time. Here is my mother sleeping. Look at the way her lips are parted. Look at the way she can finally close her eyes. —— (and on the opposite page): My Son cries because he's thinking about the length of heaven. He asks how long does forever feel? My son, my heart outside my body. I don't know, I say. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

a rocky PNW beach scene, in the winter (at sunset).

sometimes there is nothing to try but time
(i don’t know i don’t know i don’t know)

yo this had twists

Who the fuck is Simon and why do I have to do everything he says?

Going back to my roots (burying myself in the garden)

A chair swing ride seen from below the carnival ride. A few seats are filled with people and some are empty as the ride is spinning. The sky is starting to set in the background.

Fun day ✨

Deep frying my spaghetti in h2o

You're like a candle in the wind. Fucking useless

Roses are red
Carnations are dumb