My wrist has been hurting for a little while now.

I don’t know what it is. All I know is that if I’m not able to play in my school’s spring concert, I might die.

I just got home from getting my new guitar.

I already lost all of the picks I bought.

Whoa. Notes.

My mom just got back from taking my cat to the animal shelter.

librarean:

And so we tap on, alveolars against the ridge, borne voicelessly into the air.

Next week, I’ll be buying a guitar.

Probably a Squier.

It’s all I’ll be able to afford

My parents being happy never fails to terrify me

purgatorystuck:

Mi papá tiene 47 años= my dad is 47 years old

Mi papa tiene 47 anos= my potato has 47 assholes

I love spanish

Oh yeah so I totally forgot to post a picture of Kafka.

My mom made cream cheese and guava empanadas and oh my god

just

oh my god