Run With The Hunted
2 months ago
3 months ago
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That, recreationally speaking, I know exactly what I’m going to do for the rest of my life. As soon as I get my license.
It’s going to be a surprise.
A really, really good one.
3 months ago
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Whenever I catch an inkling of someone’s dislike of my choice of song, I perform a coin flip action, taking my hands off the wheel, and make a 50/50 decision: Subtly turn the music up when they draw breath to speak, or turn it off altogether. I like the first option. More fun that way. Strange how I have a detailed procedure for this? Yeah, I know… Source: kriskobitchI feel like no one has the same taste in music as me and so its really difficult to drive in the car or to just chill because if they don’t know/don’t like my music it’s weird. idk man.
3 months ago
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"When I was a boy there was a tradition rife here to the effect that when the old pioneers from this section used to meet Saturday evenings in Bardstown, as soon as they had shaken hands, one would turn his back to the other and beg him for half a dozen kicks under his coat-tail, and when they were duly administered, the other would turn around and ask his friend for his kicking… Not infrequently, half a dozen pairs have been noticed exchanging civilities of this nature, in the course of an afternoon. Why was this done, you ask? Why, in order to get temporal punishment inflicted, to expiate the grievous sin they had committed in abandoning the peaceful shores of Maryland for the wild forests and savage Indians of Kentucky. But the plunge had been made, the labor and exposure of going forbade the idea of return, and it was a clear case of “root hog or die’”."
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Reading about my ancestors again.
(via wreckandsalvage) This is worth a reblog.(via wreckandsalvage)
3 months ago
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When I look at I recently shed pants, then at my feet, then my pants, then back at my feet.
I’m wearing nothing but flip flops.
And I just don’t care how, or why.
My flip flops love me and I love them right back.
3 months ago
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So, this is what I made for my Literary Journal entry.
Notice my name in the southeast corner; yeah, I really made this.
Best I could come up with. Had fun.
3 months ago
Because I need to know if our project is due tomorrow or next week.
Yeah, I actually need an answer… So, just leave one won’t you sport?
3 months ago
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No, but seriously, I just burned my shoes. You’ll never see them again.
