a list poem for working-class girls trying to grow up and...
Vamos lento que vamos lejos.
holy shit. the beatles.
This guy is going to be getting clowned for the next few weeks.
We’ve lost sight of what we’re fighting for. Its pure violence now
I cant get enough pepperspray-cop-shops.
Literally every one of these stories just bummed the shit out of me.
Paul is dead.
i love when cops make bad choices and it blows up all over the internet