BEEZLEBUBZ

europeans will never know the absolute CHILLLSSS you get from a really good high school marching band hitting their shit on a cold october friday. walking taco steaming in your hand.

sorry i dont find #joy in #homemaking or the #hearth or any shit like that i find joy in being paid and spending 126$ at a restaurant and thee liquor store

you're watching my dead wife montage but I don't do anything aesthetic like run on the beach so it's just clips of me zoning out at work and playing the sims in my apartment

But if your favorite character isn't on the floor panting and dying and in horrible pain in a terrible situation then what's even the point

my excessive use of commas and my love of run on sentences is alluring and attractive to my readers

knowing how it tends to go with male authors and their wives it was probably marge who wrote the odyssey

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?