Fucking pianists man. Gaaaah
No, but they do make me a damn good sandwich.
And who would study the history of our kitchen anyway?
Fuck you lake!
There’s gotta be something symbolic about finding a barbie head in the middle of the street the day after my first date in easily six months.
Twas alright. First person to bump my fist following a date since Davey.
I’ve been lazy about posting marathon photos. Pity, I was super motivated to run following these guys, just not to do anything really creatively productive.
Also, to continue on a theme, much has changed in threeish months, and my hair is notably shorter.
Hufflepuff was holding Quidditch tryouts today on the commons.
They were very…enthusiastic.
Always the right turn
This holiday went to the dogs
Work’s been keepin’ me busy, so I haven’t had a chance to play with this as much as I would like to.
I wonder if the internet is just some secret ploy by aliens to help us record human existence better. It’s gotta be.
