im so sad right now but ☝️ i also know many cool things
i was made to do repetitive manual labour while telling stories to children, i yearn for butter churning and wood chopping and weaving.
new he would not fucking say that: they would not fucking have a parent-child relationship
“I never imagined this even in my wildest fantasies”
well clearly you’re shit at fantasising, i’ve imagined far more self indulgent things
bitches hate me bc i enjoy a nice glass of cold milk. also unrelated but i might have lead poisoning.
My oil painting of an Uncrustable
some bastard is on my fav anxiety attack staircase
i had two puffs of a joint yesterday and today i cant feel my face at all
I was bored in class