Chaos

. that is a serial killer

Fall in love with the version of you that nobody clapped for

And no, I'm not being intolerant, you're being a shitwit.

A constant urge to ask if I did something wrong when I feel the slightest change in talking dynamic.

If you can’t picture her throwing a molotov… she’s not the one, bro.

Taking her lingerie shopping and fingering her in the changing rooms because I just can't keep my hands off her

can you believe humans were literally gifted a planet overflowing with trees, fruit, water, medicine, and sunshine and somehow we said collectively, 'cool, let's invent debt, capitalism, and war.'

do you miss me at all oh and also are you thinking about me

hey im free later if you wanna like get married or merge souls or something

Me when I smell tacos