What's wrong?
Don't you sing dong ding dong?

a month goes by and suddenly i need to buy more fragrances....

can't wait for all the transmascs who named themselves theo to start going by ted once they hit 40

hey whath up

my mind is corrosive i trip
in corrosive i freak see through me
my eyes are explosive i feed
on it black out crucify me

good night. sleep light! ...nah, I'm just joking. i hope everyone gets a deep and restful sleep tonight

i don't know what's wrong with me but as soon as someone leaves me alone with their stuff i have these wretched impulses like "i should rearrange their pens" "i should draw on their paper" it's disgusting it's vile

just caught myself typing "that might seriously be a baller omen" where do we go from here

i put a filter over my collage and now it looks like there's a scary face

i just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play