praxis-of-ennui:

let’s get metaphysical

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(via occupiedwithdreams)

Customs agent pointed to the huge lump in my checked bag that was weighing down my entire body, and asked “what’s in there”. I just said “tools” and he went “oh, okay”.

Really?

Just lost my phone/had it stolen in Mexico.

Absolutely freaking the fuck out. I’m never going to get the pictures back that were on it. I’m on the verge of tears right now. I don’t even know how I’m getting home tomorrow. I want to die. I just changed all my passwords to everything. If we texted, find my on fb and send me your nombre so I can text you again when I get a new phone.

I just want a crunchwrap supreme right now.

Woke up with this in my book and a name, number, and email address written on a napkin. Apparently I got married last night?

All I want to do right now is work on my amp, but it looks as though it’ll be *another* three weeks before I can even think about that, and it’s killing me. :(

(via crystalwomb)

(via cramennoodles)

I woke up with this in my book, and a name, number, and email address scribbled on a napkin. Apparently I got married? I remember head scarves and dancing and nobody speaking English.