I like how my tumblrcloud kind of makes odd little sentences.
Fucking stop love time.
Feel queen-of-everything hate himynameiscarl. Little shit.
Night drink? Probably tonight.
hourlonghighatus’ beer girl.
People pertoleum fuck: ohsusquehanna.
Post, maybe? Look! Pretty life.
Replied caitygee: “Yeah, Mike.”
Kemi thinks Carl is a little shit. I sleep with Druv often. Life is pretty. Caity says “Yeah, Mike”. But who is Connor’s beer girl?
War hero, physics professor, liar.