each day in columbus, ohio

molly tells it like it is
Nov 26
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laidbare:

fuckyeahalwayssunny:

supersonicelectronic:

ELECTRICS!! ELECTRICS.



 !!!!!!!!!!

laidbare:

fuckyeahalwayssunny:

supersonicelectronic:

ELECTRICS!! ELECTRICS.

 !!!!!!!!!!

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lily bean

lily bean

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suicideblonde:

mudwerks:

 ELI ROTH…I’m grateful for you

suicideblonde:

mudwerks:

 ELI ROTH…I’m grateful for you

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suicideblonde:

237:lorettamagnolia - clairefisher - sinematik - izmonsters - comofas - contracampo hackel)

Six Feet Under


 SO NICK OWNS THIS and won’t let me borrow it. I asked him if I could have it when he dies, but he said he wanted to be buried with it. What a friend.

suicideblonde:

237:lorettamagnolia - clairefisher - sinematik - izmonsters - comofas - contracampo hackel)

Six Feet Under

 SO NICK OWNS THIS and won’t let me borrow it. I asked him if I could have it when he dies, but he said he wanted to be buried with it. What a friend.

Nov 11
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gpoyw
And here’s me after three or four shots of top shelf whiskey with mia’s dad. i don’t usually smoke, fyi.

gpoyw

And here’s me after three or four shots of top shelf whiskey with mia’s dad. i don’t usually smoke, fyi.

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At mia’s birthday party, I rocked it like a 55 year old divorcee and drank white zin and popped a couple xanax.

At mia’s birthday party, I rocked it like a 55 year old divorcee and drank white zin and popped a couple xanax.

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this is epic, however I really wanted a clip of the free clinic aids test scene because that is basically what i’m doing tomorrow. “right of passage!”

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Oct 31
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suicideblonde:

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

suicideblonde:

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

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You know what I love, Molly? Nothing.
— my dad who obviously imprinted in me my nihilistic tendencies