bleh

i'm perfectly fine except for the problems

https://misterlemonzagain.tumblr.com/archive

splicing woodpecker genes into metalheads so that they can headbang more effectively

I'm blasting megadeath at woodpeckers to create a rival species to outcompete your metalheads

bold of you to assume i can comprehend the words that are said even to this day

as soon as hozier says “she’s the giggle at a funeral” my vision greys out and i wake up 4 hours later in a church garden, shovelling handfuls of dirt into my mouth

*depeche mode voice* log out and touch grass

Hey (with the intention of counting stars together)

Bite me as hard as you please, and make me see stars. I am yours to use.

imagine a burger saying this haha