hanniballs in my mouf

Not a lot, just forever 🪾

Choose life.Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Wait butttt. Charlie calling Dee 'daddy'

me when i feel the most soul-crushing despair known to man for no discernible reason and then my period starts

I was very (pleasantly) surprised when charlie sang "and I love you" in his dee song, bc it is so rare for the gang to say they love something (even more so another member of the gang!) but them charlie just goes and bam says he loves dee in the middle of the bar for everyone to hear. and after dee says "thanks charlie" he looks so happy I can't