yes my costume is sexy Carol Lombardini
#happyhalloween
yes my costume is sexy Carol Lombardini
#happyhalloween
yes my costume is sexy Carol Lombardini
#happyhalloween
yes my costume is sexy Carol Lombardini
#happyhalloween
yes my costume is sexy Carol Lombardini
#happyhalloween
yes my costume is sexy Carol Lombardini
#happyhalloween
And the sea does what it oughta
📸 x @chatflintpt
And the sea does what it oughta
📸 x @chatflintpt
today (Saturday!) Reprising shoe portraits at @fashionbrandcompany for @relaxadult and friends. Tiny ones $10 large ones $20 plus some ceramics and music stuff. Swing by from 4-8. 🌈👟🥿👠👞🥾👢👡🩰
today (Saturday!) Reprising shoe portraits at @fashionbrandcompany for @relaxadult and friends. Tiny ones $10 large ones $20 plus some ceramics and music stuff. Swing by from 4-8. 🌈👟🥿👠👞🥾👢👡🩰
accidentally paid for the app
accidentally paid for the app
accidentally paid for the app
accidentally paid for the app
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
just wanna get this out while I have my wits about me, but sadly today me and flinty had to put Mr. Feeny to sleep. To those who knew him, you know this is an end of a freaking era and I’m absolutely beside myself with sadness. 17 years. He was a cool fucking cat, who traversed many college adventures, apartments, houses, boyfriends, and eventually traveled 2000 miles to Los Angeles California where he settled underneath the Hollywood sign, calling Beachwood Canyon home.
He was a soulmate and companion through many episodes of my youthful immaturity, but was very much loved and quite an honored and illustrious feline who would take walks around the neighborhood and played fetch. He made many brushes with death, but many more brushes with notoriety, landing himself in a viral zine (How to Talk To Your Cat About Gun Safety) being featured in a a published book (Cat Lady, curated by Leah Goren) and of course, he was the inspiration and basis for my first feature film “Mr. Roosevelt.”
We were lucky to be there with him in his final moments, and he was in my arms with his pretty white paws resting on my wrists like he used to when he was a lil one.
Thank you so much Flint for being a good cat dad, and thank you Dave for everything. Thanks to all my friends who knew and got him. For just a fucking cat he was one of the very greats.
