pain is french for bread
‘As he spreads himself unenthusiastically on his hot rock,
a hint of sorrow spurts from beneath his lidded eyes. He is no longer the plump reptile I once knew and loved.’ -gillian anderson's poetry about her iguana

Do you think I am spooky?

I’m fine, Mulder.


drawin mutuals giliananderson nickmillers elf-hellion


i kind of fucked up weens face bc i drew her first and i wasnt warmed up yet #sorryonion


I made a friend!!! im getting a ride home with her!!! hopefully she isn’t a serial killer!!!

thanks for your concern. she’s not.


i love how no matter how badly you fuck up benadryl cumquat’s name everyone on here still knows who ur talking about

James Dean reading The Complete Poetical Works of James Whitcomb Riley, Fairmount, Indiana, 1955.
photographed by Dennis Stock

i haven’t showered in like 5 days (washed my hair mostly). hopeless 


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