"There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. His parents called him Eustace Clarence and masters called him Scrubb. I can't tell you how his friends spoke to him, for he had none."
i wanna get the fuck out of here.
narcolepsy and liver failure. come back in three weeks to see jaundice added to the list.
the residents of midget town.
anyone needing a full-time graphic designer in missouri. don't ask. it's complicated.
this guy:
better to keep this current:
top five songs of june 2008:
The Raconteurs - Top Yourself
The Replacements - Left Of The Dial
Ryan Adams - My Love For You Is Real
Justice - DVNO
Does It Offend You, Yeah? - Being Bad Feels Pretty Good
c.s. lewis
hesse
orwell
rand
camus
plath