No kidding, I’m not sure what is going on here but I REALLLLLLLLLLY want that….and oh yea motherfuckers countdown to Orlando 12 days bitches!!!!!!!!!! I hope my many exclaimation points and profanity have let it be known that I am that excited =D
I’m not really sure what that thing on her finger is (a bicentennial woman, terminator skull?) but I WANTS IT.
And if I know anything about nerudasbabymama at all, I know she wants it just as bad. Speaking of which, TWO WEEKS AND A DAY TIL OUR MOTHERFUCKING REUNION. Outlet shopping/more credit card debt, here we come! Oh and daytime drunkenness out on the streets because that’s how we roll. (NOSTALGIA TIME: <33333333 the time we kept our giant fast food leftover styrofoam cups only to fill them vodka and soda and go to a realllly shitty poetry reading that turned out to be x10000 better because of our masked intoxication. And then you read your ‘I want to fuck a poet’ poem which was — even though I hate using this word SO much — EPIC. Wait, that was the night you read that poem right?)
(via priyawhat)
