Krakow. 130 meters high. Scary. But worth it. #summerofYES
Paris and the Unknown, Yoyo the Ricecorpse
YES *pocket fakeout rage* Fakey pockets are lame. And pockets that don’t actually fit anything are lame.
"Now I don’t usually like it when a girl looks me right in the eye, and this girl does that a lot. But I don’t know what it is about her, when she does it, I don’t mind…and while we’re doing it, all the bullshit does fade away, and it’s just me and her right there, and yeah I do lose myself in her. And I can tell she’s losing herself in me. And we’re just fucking lost together."
live to ride
how did bikers ever get the reputation of being fearsome. Everything I’ve ever heard about them is always rides for charity, helping stray animals, telling kids to stay in school and doing cute shit like this and generally being nicer than 90% of the population.
ACCIDENTALLY GROWS REALLY ATTACHED TO A STORY I’LL NEVER WRITE