Marcel Proust never worked a day in his life. He never left his parents' apartment either. He took a job as a librarian to keep his father happy, obtained several years of sick leave, then never showed up to work. Thus, it is Proustian to remain spiritually unemployed.

*sigh* gotta Hawk Tuah….. spit on that thang…

リオ #ブルアカ

We didn’t

So?

三つ編みツンデレちゃんと委員長ちゃんでした　リクエストありがとうございました〜！からん

TheGenuinelyThoughtfulIronyLeftist: "Need me some pussy from a girl that just genuinely likes me for who I am!"

your other half is out there. never stop searching <3

This one is titled “Adam Friedland on Birthright - 2006”

Rene Magritte painting

>powder ngmi

Phew, that was a close one