wankercat:

cosmicsquirrels:

wholocked-me-in-my-mindpalace:

agentlemandoesnotconga:

a-short-history-of-nothing:

hipsterfotc:

requested by anon

No its too hot to feel anything when our neighbor is the fucking sun.

Love is for weaklings who’ve never had to walk ten kilometres to school under the burning sun during dropbear mating season.

we have no time to love, we’re too busy trying to survive. Every day in this country is struggle. a war, with hideous beasts

The endless supplies of Vegemite have puckered and warped our hearts. 

I loved a woman once. She turned out to be thousands of spiders and a snake inside a woman-suit. Fuckin’ Australia