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

crazy how there are only 2 hours of doing things every day before you keel over and die. if this werent normal id be worried

you say excuse me when you burp, and other people say bless you when you sneeze. but is there nothing for the humble cough? we live in a brutal world.

if you cough the entire room should say "we remember that we must die" in unison

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

ok guys but imagine how hard it's gonna hit if something good ever happens again