shitshit shit. umm no its fine. does anyone see a grenade pin on tbe floor

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

me

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

Arugula is some crap they found on the ground for real

thats because its plance. there are others as well