dream girl

if you were here i’d offer you a segment of my orange

brooo it was so fucked up at the club last night bro the dj was playing straight bangers like “babbling brook ft. deep woods” and “mourning dove remix” and everyone on the dance floor stood still completely at peace with and within themselves, all still trees in the envelope of the world. at some point in the night i sat and contemplated the beauty of all things it was sick as hell man

can someone come drink my blood. i wanna be loved

true but i dont agree

Hilma as fuck Klint

this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)

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