I was angry as hell because a half-baked Nick wouldn’t let me backstage.

What is there to say? 

Nighttime in Allantide is ever-changing.

i’m finding it harder to hold back

There was an October

I poured some crappy coffee into my cup.

Hey, are you done?

My dad tells me today is the perfect time to start selling cookies.

from <the archive of things as objects or objects as things at Mauerpark Flohmarkt>

While a rare and incurable autoimmune disease attacked my skin