1. I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.  He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.” And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’ no mom mom no NO

    I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.

     He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”

    And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’

    no mom

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    mom no

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    NO

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  5. My dream: to be invited to a Boiler Room Berlin set

  10. Tulip fields just outside Alkmaar, North-Holland, Netherlands

    Tulip fields just outside Alkmaar, North-Holland, Netherlands

About me

Photo credit : Nathaniel Braffman (& his iPhone)

I am a simple creature with simple creature comforts. In this sense I am similar to a small marsupial.

Here are my (mis)adventures and musings and desperate pleas for affection, presented to you in an aesthetically pleasing format.

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