i'm a holy terror, a tornado

nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and five beers and a head injury and jerking off and killing myself can't fix

i love how this works no matter the result

the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.

i hope youre being a massive faggot tonight. and insane . @everyone

I see your Bobby Nash waking up in a government lab and I raise you the 118 doing something ridiculous that makes national news, cut to an Amnesiac Bobby Nash waiting tables at a diner in Nevada or something, seeing them on the television, and going "fuck, i think that might be my circus"

one of my sexual fantasies is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me