I get progressively uglier throughout the day
what if all the scenerios we make up in our head are actually real events happening in an alternative universe and we’re actually connecting with our alternate self’s mind
my alternate self is getting some serious dick
Spiders eat their parents all the time and no one cares when they do it so what the fuck
did you eat your parents
How about you mind your own business
Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
"Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.
I write sins not cosines or tangents
“fuck it” tends to be the last thought running through my mind before making any final decisions