gardenias opening up
I’M SICK OF CATS TRYING TO KILL ME WHEN I POOP
America.
(via imgTumble)I swear to you, this the definition of my hometown.
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When I think about music too much I get really depressed. We’ve pinpointed certain trends that frequently give the same emotional response-music under sixty beats per minute with a minor key will make someone feel dismal, and the opposite happens with music over sixty beats per minute in a major key. Yet it is still so comforting to me that neuroscientists still do not understand the connection between music and emotional response. One theory is its juxtaposition to a human heartbeat. Another is that when dissonance occurs naturally (such as a dish breaking), a person will associate the sound with its negative manifestation in real life. But for some reason the opposite happens for me. For the moment, I will cling to the humanity in music until I have the eventual crisis, abhorring my proneness for simplification.
new job, glass of wine, cigarettes, and a cat.
Took 5 tabs of acid (first time doing it ever) and my friend gave me a bunch of acrylic paint. Painted it with my fingers tripping out of my mind. Also I’m colorblind, and don’t work with abstract work at all (I only have ever done drawing). Thought this was pretty whacky.
woah
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Who wants to get me some acid, paint, and canvas?
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some friends of mine got really drunk and they decided to go rob this girl’s house. the next day they ended up feeling really bad and writing this note. This is also the same guy I was with when I got robbed at gun point. Crazy times. Also, we found this note on reddit a few days later with thousands of likes.
Living room by designer Kristen Buckingham.
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I’m always met with the immediate and urgent need to poop.
