Views From The Space-Ship: you can almost smell it

It’s Desktop Thursdays! On a Friday! Per usual! I’m slime, I’m tardy, I’m tardy slime, but I’m your tardy slime, no? Anyways, anyhoo. Here it is! A private look into my life, for the entire internet. Rewriting the concept of private, but, if nothing is private anymore, maybe everything is private? Or maybe I’m just too amped up on a good night’s sleep, hundreds upon hundreds of milligrams of caffeine, and the juice of nice weather to make sense.

None the less, check out this glimpse! Then, share your own in the comments.

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The beast relaxing.

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Life is hard.

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Excerpt from “they can’t kill us until they kill us”

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Crushing the fucking dance floor entrance at my wedding (three-year anniversary was this week).

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Miscellany.

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Screaming, realizing she’s made a terrible mistake (three-year anniversary was this week).

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Messy as fuck beast.

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There you have it, friends! Now, show me your world!