Sober as fuck at the back of the club going onto Wikipedia and typing "List of birds"

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

it's possible to die from not getting a little kiss

imho when you have 200,000,000 olfactory receptors and perceive the world predominantly by smell you probably don’t have to press your cold wet nose directly against my bare skin to get a good whiff of where I’ve been

i am just moved by everything now. i'm porous and everything gets inside me

I have a rare form of synesthesia in which I can hear sounds and see colors and taste flavors and sometimes I can even feel textures

"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s

all my haters become cicaders when i enter the summer of success

the well ok of it all