EUPHONIOUS

Im giving creepy blowjobs now & they keep telling me they want just the normal ones

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

the thing is that sometimes it really does feel like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull. it does feel like that you know. no other way to describe that feeling i think

police departments love to be like "we need more money to fight all the crime that's been happening lately" and they show a graph with crime going up at then you look into the numbers and it's like "the ten percent increase in crime was correlated with a ten percent increase in active policing hours" and it's like oh okay so the crime factory needs more money because the crime factory stayed open late to manufacture more crime in order to convince us to give more money to the crime factory. Where can I get off this carousel of misery?

I wear your granddad's clothes

I look your granddad's clothes

I'm in your granddad's clothes

From that thrift shop: Granddad's Clothes

Quarantine is really hitting classic carmen sandiego hard