seems as if time has slowed down for the express purpose of annoying the hell out of me
| k: | hey, where are you sleeping |
| : | in the corner over there |
| k: | well i’m gonna sleep next to you, but don’t take this the wrong way, alright |
i’m a fucking hulk compared to these tiny malnourished island fagets
eat your hearts out, pinays
feast your eyes on my giant throbbing american swagger
the gayest gay thing ever to hit this gay fucking earth
hype-ass shit (even though i still think marvel shits on dc)
contemplating getting a tattoo of this flower because i probably owe my life to this plant and also i think it’s pretty pretty. caranthus roseus. vincristine, a common chemotherapy drug, has origins as a naturally occurring compound found in this plant. dope.
lookin’ down on a cloud
my dreams are weird lately and consist of pretty detailed murders and stuff. i’m not just, like, killing people, but i’m also burning off fingerprints and draining corpses of blood and disfiguring faces and grinding teeth into unrecognizable bits and stuff so that the police are unable to recognize the body and blah. i’ll post dreams when i’m less morbid and shiiit
this was very helpful but i don’t like it
