Did you miss me?

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

sticks my finger in the barrel of your gun so it backfires on you looney toons style but the gun moaned and now none of us know what genre we're in.

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

sex is some naked bullshit and food is some crap they found on the ground but online poker is forever

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game