"blogging"

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg

As per my last clay tablet,

CCing Ibbi-Ilabrat on this one just to make sure we’re all on the same page!

“The sesame is visibly dying” makes me lose it every time. My sesame #mysesame

You got cum on your face you big disgrace

not what he said!!

We will we will fuck you