CALL FOR SOME BLISS CAUSE I FIST TO THA WRIST

if I had a plasma pistol you wouldn't hear from me ever again. i would crouch behind highway guardrails and shoot fully charged shots at teslas passing by me

ten years from now there's going to be a brand new type of emo girl whos posting dark edits of bluey saying swear words and doing xanax like they've been doing with hello kitty for decades now. and it's gonna be awesome

this goes hard

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.