Incarcerated by electronics. Gonna put all this in storage and go find my ukulele.
Most days I wake up and wish I was Mac Miller. And sometimes I wonder does Mac Miller wake up and wish he was me? Probably not.
Remember: be here now. It’s not like it was before. It is only now.
Goodbye East Coast Deep Freeze
Detroit 4 Ever. Don’t Stop Believing! All you other cities can choke on your organic kale salad.
Ballet skiing is/was a thing