I Sleep With Lots Of Pillows And Blankies To Compensate For My Cold, Dead Heart.

due to personal reasons I will be

I hate the idea of the subconscious mind. I have a hunk of meat that makes up my personality but it’s keeping secrets from me? Fuck that

bro...I’m 100% straight bro...what do you think you’re doing with those perfectly kissable lips bro...

cashier: that’ll be $5.67

me: *pulls out kangaroo and reaches into pouch* *pulls out cash* shit sorry dude I’ve only $6, you’ve got change, right

cashier: wtf

kangaroo: where is Australia

2 days into 2020 and y’all I wholeheartedly believe that 2050 is gonna be my year cause if god hasn’t clapped my metaphysical cheeks by then I must be doin good

in the mood to write poetry in a notebook while holding a ball python in my left hand.

y’all ever think about how bananas it is

why the fucken fuck do we take everything so seriously?

walk barefoot in the grass for a while. dance in the rain while everyone watches you. dramatically profess your love and get torn to shreds. listen to people as if they’re saying the most amazing things in the world; who knows, maybe they are.

it’s a short life. don’t spend your time stressing about the grand nature of the narrative you’re trying to weave from your life.

as long as you’re appreciating living, and living to appreciate, what more is there to ask for?

holy shit more like

divine doodoo