i’d like to wipe it out.
michael cera saves a young cactus from dehyration in the dry desert
what is going on here
a good time
your days are short here; this is the last of your springs. and now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of heaven. you will go away with old, good friends. and don’t forget when you leave why you came.
mickey milkovich’s continuous frustration with the russian language