nonfait

ch-four:

llucidvibes:

semiteen:

pouringkerosene:

stretchedlobes:

fullwormmoon:

timeofdaffodils:

I’m never throwing a cigarette butt on the ground again. Holy shit.

YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THROWING YOUR CIGARETTES ON THE GROUND ANYWAYS

omfg poor baby

I’m so glad this post exists. I took ecology in high school and apparently a lot of animals are attracted to the smell of cigarettes and they eat them whenever they can find them. Sometimes they’ll even wander onto roads at night if they smell one and they’ll get hit by cars doing so. And they can’t digest them. The cigarettes just sit in their stomachs until they run out of space and then they starve because they always feel full. I don’t understand why people can’t just put their cigarettes out and then toss them in the trash bin or keep them in an ashtray in their cars until they get home. Is it really that hard?

this makes me so sad

:( 

this needs to be reblogged

ch-four:

llucidvibes:

semiteen:

pouringkerosene:

stretchedlobes:

fullwormmoon:

timeofdaffodils:

I’m never throwing a cigarette butt on the ground again. Holy shit.

YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THROWING YOUR CIGARETTES ON THE GROUND ANYWAYS

omfg poor baby

I’m so glad this post exists. I took ecology in high school and apparently a lot of animals are attracted to the smell of cigarettes and they eat them whenever they can find them. Sometimes they’ll even wander onto roads at night if they smell one and they’ll get hit by cars doing so. And they can’t digest them. The cigarettes just sit in their stomachs until they run out of space and then they starve because they always feel full. I don’t understand why people can’t just put their cigarettes out and then toss them in the trash bin or keep them in an ashtray in their cars until they get home. Is it really that hard?

this makes me so sad

:( 

this needs to be reblogged

(Source: butterfliesinmy, via filthflarnfilthflarnfilth)

Pumpkin time, pumpkin time, time to carve pump-kins.

Beauty of 1890.Our generation is lost to the admiration of a skeletal form with elephantine proportions.

Beauty of 1890.
Our generation is lost to the admiration of a skeletal form with elephantine proportions.

A falsetto to make any grown man pregnant.
Allen Stone is up on the rise, keep your ears open.

New York isn’t my jam. Finding a niche, is.Got to thank the people and places that keep me evolving. Adapting to big city life, one hidden secret at a time. 
Evolution 120 Spring StNew York, NYhttp://theevolutionstore.com/

New York isn’t my jam. Finding a niche, is.
Got to thank the people and places that keep me evolving.
Adapting to big city life, one hidden secret at a time.

Evolution
120 Spring St
New York, NY
http://theevolutionstore.com/

Airport hopping on the regular drains the artful soul. White concrete pillars, dry walls, paned windows, short blue pattern carpet, back to back seating. Thank you, rising artists. Was on the event horizon of insanity.