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just remember its totally fine to like weird stuff. I for example spent the day covering myself in various assorted substances and lying very still in my garden to see what would come to what. (finger guns) 

me (a history of biscuits) for the record I’m talking about custard

sidenote the most suspicious question to be asked is if you know how to remove blood from a carpet. But good to know people trust you ya know.

The night gives me hope, that It can have such beauty in the absence of light than maybe so can I. 

firstly Im acutely aware that the space between the first and second “y” is most likely the location of every lost left sock, Tupperware lid, and pen in my life. Secondly I’m a writer, more accurately a bad one. I’m not entirelty sure of the concept of a Tumblr, or how to use it. So, remember, keep your eyelids loose and your bumcheeks tight.