Tuesday May 5 @ 12:37amim from the city where niggas eat peoples faces!
if you aint from miami, you aint strugglin. we got zombies.
Others wondered about Jim’s odd manner as well. When he slopped around Alexandria in his Clarke boots, chinos and Ban-Lon shirts, needing a haircut, he seemed cordially distant, idiosyncratic at worst. Other times he was downright mysterious. Seldom permitted to use the family car, he often had friends take him into downtown Washington, where he struck off on foot, giving no explanation.
No One Gets Out Of Here Alive
Monday May 5 @ 11:52pm
If “clean grunge” becomes the new “soft grunge”, I can’t even…wtf is “clean grunge” supposed to be? NIRVANA AFTER TAKING A BATH TOGETHER?
Monday May 5 @ 11:16pm
I really need to stop doing pills,
that shit makes me blurry and sloppy as hell.
Sunday May 5 @ 01:17am
