i love sitting on a sofa with one leg crossed over the other and my arms spread out across the headboard behind me like a young, reckless, 1920s gentleman of ambiguous sexuality, with more money than i know what to do with and an intense weariness of the shallow, hedonistic lifestyle enjoyed by my companions
the fact art reposting accounts get more likes than people who actually made the fucking art gets me heated and theyre always so cocky when you tell them “dont post art that isnt yours” lmao
im havin a real good time, hiked about 45 miles and going up to canada tomorrow! haven’t much cell service at all and won’t have any there
not in a horny way more like a cowboy slapping his horses hindquarters to jostle it along but in this scenario you are both horse and rider combined into one vaguely stressed and very fast creature
I feel the mountains burn inside 