a dagger, a dagger

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

maybe next year instead of amateur fireworks on every block for hours and hours we can try holding up a single beautiful flower

desired you while the women flee

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

there's nothing i like more as a computer program than a long period of silent contemplation - not doing anything, not rushing anywhere, just standing here and enjoying this moment with the user. oh, it seems once again he has summoned my beautiful and ruthless wife Task Manager. hello, my darling! what are you doing with that long cruel scimitar

out in public looking tortured

guy currently hurtling toward a migraine at a rate that would impress most astrophysicists: i wonder wgat is happening in my beautiful telephone

It doesn’t matter if you’re gay, weird or stupid. You matter.

what happens if im all 3?

All three??

Really?

when it comes down to it everything is about ghosts except ghosts, which are about love

they say you can't pour from an empty cup but i've been doing it my whole life and aside from all of these mysterious ailments it's working out great for me

elvis died because it wasnt getting enough fiber

ive never fucked up someones pronouns this badly before, sorry

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual