My Demons Are Talking To Me

never forget the flask of whisky i found buried in the ground while on year 11 school camp in 2015. it was so old i had to smash the bottleneck to get it open.. spent the evening absolutely shitfaced during group activities 🤦🏻‍♂️ you’ll always be in my heart 💓

i want to have fun one day

I need a 3D printer.

i have an emotional attachment to this email

it’s about time I contributed to the online discourse

bricks are domesticated rocks

reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.

im gonna need to see ur license and regist-  oh gosh mr washington i apologize have a nice day sir