fingerprints in the heart-mold of the world

whatever.

i dont caaaaaare

google search how to make someone explode

I get a strike at the bowling alley and the screen plays a clip of me being born

one moment ☝️ *pauses the blowjob to start violently coughing up blood*

the bus is never going to come because im a bad person

if we are mutuals we will be reborn into the same cicada horde

if you ever draw a brown-eyed character with lighter eyes I hope the vegetables you were gonna cook for dinner go bad right before you get to use them

its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.