hollis (they/them) currently studying classics and archaeology.

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dennys:

As Brady dropped in to the curling wave of syrup he soon realized his gnarly shred would be slowed to a bummer-y crawl, as the thick wave furled itself for the better part of a year, with Brady stuck in an endless loop of surf, contemplating his entire existence, dwelling on how un-rad his sitch was, too afraid to bail and possibly fill his lungs with sweet, viscous death.

what the fuck is wrong with denny’s