i’ve always considered provolone a hipster cheese.
on the morning tide
to the fall horizon
sick, sick the wolves
and hope it don’t get ugly
11/11/11
write love on her arms day, veterans day, and that day where we make a wish that probably won’t come true but we do it anyways.
Why didn’t the hipster have herpes?
He fucked your mom way before everyone else did.
i blog, therefore i am.
