London mutuals what is there to do that’s cheap and not alcohol based?
bongs at croydon
there’s a bloke at clappham common who will suck your dick for £4.50 hell even play with your balls for an extra quid
I have 0 desire to meet you let alone give you money
£3.50?
El putoQUEEEEEEÉ?
And notice that he made it out of white oak. Even with power tools, that’s doing it the hard way.
The artists is Oleksandr Hrytsai. He makes more of this beautiful stuff. Sadly, facebook only.
what a lack of ken-ergy does to a man
BTW for anyone too lazy to do the math a wage of $125 a day works out to about $15/hour for an 8-hour workday so..... someone in 1923 definitely had a vision of the future
literally can’t stop this abt this like the love that went into this.
happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
August 2015
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You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
TODAY
Since it’s now August 20, 2020… The next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th:
If you wanted to set your queue for the next six years.
I gotta take my chances
(Image: old New Yorker cartoon showing two wealthy-looking men. In the background a woman in evening dress is reclining on a divan and smoking. One of the men is saying to the other: “I never told her about the depression. She would have worried.”)
we DO grow old and happy. btw.
And you find love and it stays with you.
Anon hate is actually kind of cute , you read something I said on my blog on the net and it got you so wound up you had to send me a little thing about it... on anon no less because you were a little shy... awwwww
A page from the book by Antoine de Saint-Exupery “The Little Prince”, written in Braille.
I don't usually ask astrology questions but I really wonder, why do I always catch myself having conversations in my head? Is it because I'm a virgo? I talk to myself about literally everything and sometimes it's suffocating..
its called thinking
This belovéd weirdo
Unironically, this is why society would crumble without diversity
