a mess
It’s a polulym hut 4 William for ur relatively potre foam dink molec boy lover „,?? The end
pulse
I’m not dead yet? Wow…it’s a true miracle
I am the walrus
hi. That’s me. This is my lifers. Welcome to it. Jmuisltlienr. Yanking binkini boyom Witt toddlers bnonin with eri fiuuomwoer syyyyo I love men lol sects gaga yeah flash sporiyib
East to West
Oh that kanye is so clever. Mixing “diarrhea” with “die aria”…I don’t get how someone so smart could be so ignorant most of the time…oh wait! That’s exactly like everyone I know! We would be perfect homies together!
Glass shatters in the still of the night.
I suddenly fear the comforts I used to know…
Im Rollin
im tumblin. Merry christmas
you know what i hate?
when dreams give you a false sense of closure on something.
you wake up loving the idea and suddenly realize—that whatever your issue is— is completely unresolved and you’re still back to square one in the *mending loose ties* department of it all.
I LOVE YOU.
ALWAYS DID.
ALWAYS WILL.
it all makes sense now….
factoid of the day:
the weird part of the word: “factoid” isn’t the “oid”
it’s that i noticed how it spells ACT—-which is this weekend.
