Ernest: student, aspiring failure, noncommittal goth boy, and confirmed neutral shitposter. Talents include taking lines of poetry out of context and making a mockery of the people I admire.

nalgenebottle:

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?