im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it
"im gonna treat myself" says me, who has rarely, if ever, denied myself anything
i would never make a decision. what if i change my mind
im having a moment
Art by Law Chang
me in the not-so-distant future of 2032 taking my beautiful wife out for a walk on a foggy day: damn it's like silent hill up in this bitch! 😂
my wife: fuck you you say that every time it's a little foggy outside. you haven't even played the games. i hate you so much
our clone of former beatles drummer ringo starr who we normally keep locked in our basement but is currently joining us for his allotted 30 minutes of weekly outside time: ringo!
deleted too soon. Rip.
sleeping with a knife beside me in bed, not because i’m afraid but because it is like a lover to me
[looks up at you with my large sad wet eyes] Can i have some dollars for the vending machine. one hundred thousand of them