i am so very sick i’m burning up and i want someone to play with my hair until i fall into fevered dreams, safe
wtf did i do last night
i am now going to take off my shirt and read poetry aloud to myself on my back porch for spiritual purposes
the fact that I can’t grow horns is really cramping my style
tonight i am going to get drunk and cut my hair. let it be known that this was a PREMEDITATED PLAN.