Allen Ginsberg’s doodles.
rude-ass neighbour & her four loud giggling friends having an out-of-tune sing along to Shaggy’s “it wasn’t me” at 8:30 pm when I’m trying to write a fuckin essay
now i’m too sad to write my essay i just want to curl up as small as possible on the floor & cry
transparent kat bjelland for your blog
I always feel tempted to touch the espinas
my neighbour always has like four girls over in her room & they fuckin scream with laughter & talk way too loudly late at night & never say hi to any of us they just leave their dirty dishes in the kitchen all the time because I’m pretty sure they eat here too, do they actually live here or what???
I wanna tell them to shut the fuck up sometimes but last night my other neighbour banged on my wall while I was having sex so I guess they can hear me too