Rude Cakes by Tara Welch
(Source: yzerman, via hes-got-a-war-in-his-mind)
sat for a friend.
(Source: urada, via sloppy)
If I ever open a business that has public wifi access. I want to Make the password “don’t fucking ask”
Just jumping to another coffee shop gig.
I was up till two painting one of my walls black. I felt god about it this morning.
My friend took a picture of me yesterday eating chips in my new house. Pardon the mess.