Hairography.

Because sometimes. Hair. Because of reasons.

Hello, my name is:

Smallish white flower and and chicken-wire fence.

It's always a good time when.

Bacon. Tea. Watermelon juice. Swedish fish. Silversten. Halliday. Rayanna. Cass. Bradford. Old pictures. Sleeping. Chilling. Not at the theatre. Not with small children whom I don't love. FOOD. Sam's. Chuck E Cheese. Actual cheese. Scarbrdugh Pizza/Movie nights. Christmas.

AND I PRESENT...

...KBORSIP'S FIRST VERTICAL PICTURE! Oh. And Scarbrough grapes too.

tumblr.

More often than not, my titles and captions don't even have anything to do with my pictures. But whatevs. Whever. I just don't even know.

P H A M O U S

MY INITIALS. THEY ARE ON A TREEEEEEEEEE. They have been for two years. Woohoo. WOOHOO.

Two days slow.

Cinnamon apple tea. Bottled water. T-shirts from Italy. Black olives. Pizza Hut. Smiling. Laughing. When my little brother actually listens. Good times. Bacon.

Presh to death.

Every time I see this little small cat I make a sound that resembles this: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. (o^_^o)

UNFORTUNATE.

So I know this one ginger who is really unfortunate. I was standing backstage, watching some kids. Mr. Unfortunate walks up to where I am standing, places his arm on the wall beside me, and asks if I would like to smell his armpit. No, Aaron. I'm not even joking right now.

The road less traveled.

This title is deep, right? Just kidding. This is a picture of dirt.

JUST BEING AMAZING.

Props, kudos, and hats to Peter for this picture.

Props, kudos, and hats to Mrs. H for this picture.

GET OUT OF TOWN.

I literally say this to my brother about 47 times every single day. Just said it, in fact. Or screamed it. Since he just came and scared the jeebers out of me.

Silver linings.

Things that make me happy when skies are grey: Bacon. Haarsey. Kalron. Kaare. Tea. Reading a good book. When skies are actually grey. Some hugs. Food in general. Having a family pizza/movie night. Fireplaces. Chilly weather. Chatting. Pickle chips.

A story.

Once upon a night a fish swam in a mega water fountain. He ate horses for midnight snacks. He had seven babies to take to town. Bob had measles. Awwwww. He said "Quarantine thyself!" George was Bob's handsome hillbilly hobo uncle, twice removed. They're a distant distant relative of AmyJo. She was nocturnal. Being nocturnal, she ate worms all day long. The end.

TRIPLE PRESH.

Whiskers on kittens. Hehehehehehehe :]

Don't let me fall.

Colored pencils. Dr. Pepper jelly beans. Ultra fine point Sharpies. Vintage cameras. Twitter. Soft pretzels. Chai tea. Mozzarella cheese. Chatting. Family members. A few.

WHO THE BOSS? YOU THE BOSS.

This rooster. Drives me up the wall. I find it extremely hilarious how much he amuses my father, though. Dad always has some story about the rooster. Weirdo.

You can learn a lot of things from the flowers.

ESPECIALLY IN THE MONTH OF JULY. Well well well. What have we here. A passion fruit flower. A flower that is passionate about fruit. Or something like that. Nope. I'm just kidding.

Good morning, Starshine!

THE EARTH SAYS HELLO! Such a weird movie. Such such such. Such has no meaning whatsoever anymore. SUCH SUCH SUCH SUCH. It's just a jumble of letters that mean nothing. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING. I could go on all day.

MERH.

Chickens. Merh to chickens. They're so weird. And these guys aren't even laying eggs yet. So all they are are 18 more mouths to feed. But without the wretched creatures, there would be no Chick-Fil-A. So I guess we are at a draw.

Larry. Or Moe. Or Curly.

Kittens. They make me happy. Once they have exited the rat-looking-like stage. But before they enter the adolescent cat stage. Yep. That's when they are my favorite.

Some Nights.

My padre put my bulletin board up last night. I got it for my birthday. 4.5 months ago. It's now finally living on my wall, where it belongs. And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

Liiiiiiiiiiight Buuuuuulb.

Funerals. Awkward hugs. Sinus infections. Achy stomachs. Black pepper. Ketchup. Pencils that aren't properly sharpened. Dentist appointments. Some people. Rubber bands. Scratchy throats. These are a few of my least favorite things.