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me busking for 9 hours to make £100 to pay for my top back row mcr ticket❤️

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To the caption, can we please focus on HOW? HOW does he wear so many layers in New Mexico? Does meth make you cold? Is he just that skinny? Like please HOW. I need advice tbh that’s why I’m asking i wanna wear all the layers in summer

A day in the life of Walter White wake up in your tighty-whities lie to your pregnant wife. Make sure the lie is completely ludicrous and easily disproven so she knows how little you respect her. Ignore your son. Break into the house of your former student/surrogate son/mistress and launch a series of personal attacks against his character until he agrees to do something for you that will leave him with lasting psychological trauma and probably result in his relapsing. Kill one of his loved ones for good measure. Cook meth. Make flailing Donald Trump hand gestures so that people think you are feeling real human emotions. Cry over the loss of your virility. Throw a live grenade into a children’s hospital or something idk. Go home and lie to your lovely wife some more then throw a bitch fit because she didn’t cook you dinner. Make passive aggressive bedroom eyes at your brother-in-law. Go to bed and get some rest. Tomorrow is another big day.

A day in the life of Jesse Pinkman wake up serve cunt. Smoke a bowl to muffle the voice inside of you that screams how did we get here. How did you let it go this far. To put off facing the reality, the sheer irreparability of what you have done. Be trans at the local skatepark. Internalize everything the worst person you’ve ever met has said to you. Get your ass beat. Find another crusty old bald guy to project your daddy issues onto. Say bitch say yo say this time, I’m out for good, I’m clean for good, just one more hit, just one last job. Lose somebody close to you and wear them around your neck, close to your heart, forever as penance. Go go-carting with your favorite dad Mike. Do a spot-on impression of a puppy on an ASPCA commercial so maybe life will throw you a bone for once. Have internalized homophobia. Act all evasive and shit while other men fight over you like dogs over a choice cut of meat. Maybe if you don’t make any decisions you can call your own, you won’t make any more mistakes. Kill as many in the name of pure love and trust as he did in his own name. Slay all day. Then try to get some sleep. You’ll need all your energy in the days to come.

love how schools are all “we care about mental health! make sure to always get enough sleep!” like ok i have to get up at 630 am so at minimum you think i should be asleep at 930 pm. i get home at 415 pm. thats 5 hours and 15 minutes to do homework, eat dinner, anything else i want to do with my life, and go to sleep. if i join any clubs ill be getting home at 515 pm. thtas 4 hours and 15 minutes. HOW DO YOU EXPECT PEOPLE TO DEAL WITH THIS SCHEDULE

gale’s death isn’t funny because it’s sad and it fucked up jesse for life but also it is EXTREMELY funny because the whole reason gale got wrapped up in this mess is he got gus’s gay little chemistry scholarship and was so good at fucking idk vacuum distillations that gus recruited him to be his special little meth consultant and assigned him to be walt’s new partner. then gale fell in love with this abusive salt lamp of a man to the point where he recited poetry to him and gave him a fruity little present, only to promptly be fired because walt couldn’t go six minutes without psychologically tormenting jesse and then he gets fucking shot in the face by this very psychologically tormented baggy t-shirt boy who is sobbing and crying the whole time?? in his own home?? in his own little gay sandals?? fucking unbelievable.