My friend and I took a mini trip to another town in the UP yesterday and she snapped this picture of me while we were bopping around

My friend and I took a mini trip to another town in the UP yesterday and she snapped this picture of me while we were bopping around

me houghton michigan

grossjerk asked:

What is my aesthetic? Eh?

Your Dentist's Name Is Crentist Answer:

a dog wearing sunglasses and skateboarding

Anonymous asked:

hello i am your anon that compliments you sometimes can i get an aesthetic? also i missed you how you doing

Your Dentist's Name Is Crentist Answer:

ur aesthetic is pumpkin pie bc you are my favorite sweet thing

i’m marvelous, getting excited to skip town and move across the country

how are you?

"Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night."

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

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send-me-your-newts asked:

What is my aesthetic tho?

Your Dentist's Name Is Crentist Answer:

squidward listening to lana del ray

Go outside. Scream your name into The Void. Sit in the sun and feel godlike. Go swim somewhere illegal. Cook a nine-course meal for your friends. Get drunk and cry. Throw up on public property and shout about Tolstoy. Ride a train. Ride a bus. Tell someone off. Smash something important. Climb a tree and read a book. WRITE a book. Be sweet to a baby and let them know that all big people aren’t a) dead inside, b) bored, or c) afraid of adventure. Make your own everything. Stay up all night and walk around the city alone. Learn that you can be a patriot for the land while still hating the government (be a patriot for the deserts, the plains, the mountains, the buffalo, for Woody Guthrie and Frederick Douglass, for 250 years of good books). Find the best genius, which is the genius that speaks plainly. Grow something from a seed. Talk to a dog. Go visit a friend and throw your knife into a river. Sing. Sleep in. Quit your job. Make a zine. Start a war within yourself. Break a law. Destroy all uncandid thought. Open your heart to the sky. Live."

Adam Gnade, from The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad

Do yourself a favor and buy this zine.

(via rustbeltjessie)

adam gnade rules