Babies Makin' Babies

I barefoot ran.

Baby Spice.

My Childhood Home, for some reason, with some beautiful person.

I’m not awfully religious nor political but I’m somewhat upset that there’s a book of mormon alongside the bible in my hotel room, not so much out of respect/disrespect for any one thing but because I’m a minimalist & I don’t like choices. Also, here’s a historically accurate depiction of Jesus explaining to the Aztecs that he agrees its batshit crazy that’s he’s there, too.

Erf.

PICNIC PANTS!

(Source: smells-like-vitriol)

Just saw Zodiac, this is how I feel.

(d/dx)(sin(x)) = cos(x)

At the Drive-In.

RATM.

Pizza Guitar.