snoopingasusualisee:
ariandjaidenfan:miseryofmillions:cccoffe:deanky:snoopingasusualisee:saw this mug in a dreamit won’t be a dream for long…How much is it I want onehttps://www.redbubble.com/people/spongegasmic/works/29649051-acab-spongebob?asc=u&p=mugReal.Are you fucking kidding me. Who would help you if you were in a shooting. Who would help you catch a serial killer. I don’t know what the fuck is going on inside your mind. Thank you copsWHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MUG
ariandjaidenfan:
miseryofmillions:cccoffe:deanky:snoopingasusualisee:saw this mug in a dreamit won’t be a dream for long…How much is it I want onehttps://www.redbubble.com/people/spongegasmic/works/29649051-acab-spongebob?asc=u&p=mugReal.Are you fucking kidding me. Who would help you if you were in a shooting. Who would help you catch a serial killer. I don’t know what the fuck is going on inside your mind. Thank you cops
miseryofmillions:
cccoffe:deanky:snoopingasusualisee:saw this mug in a dreamit won’t be a dream for long…How much is it I want onehttps://www.redbubble.com/people/spongegasmic/works/29649051-acab-spongebob?asc=u&p=mugReal.
cccoffe:
deanky:snoopingasusualisee:saw this mug in a dreamit won’t be a dream for long…How much is it I want one
deanky:
snoopingasusualisee:saw this mug in a dreamit won’t be a dream for long…
saw this mug in a dream
it won’t be a dream for long…
How much is it I want one
https://www.redbubble.com/people/spongegasmic/works/29649051-acab-spongebob?asc=u&p=mug
Are you fucking kidding me. Who would help you if you were in a shooting. Who would help you catch a serial killer.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on inside your mind.
Thank you cops
violentwavesofemotion:
“I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall — like seeking love in a whorehouse.” — Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
“I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall — like seeking love in a whorehouse.”
— Susan Sontag, from a diary entry featured in As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 - 1980
heartshop:
Anne Sexton, ‘The Addict’
