with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, i will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all i have,
because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own, i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting*
I feel relaxed now with how every summer the feeling that i have nothing to do during nighttimes other than sitting on a chair on a wet grass and putting my feet on the other chair and just… sit sit and sit until every hope in me evaporates
I sure hope my schizo FYP is totally okie. Like; yes i’d like to join your digital movement of spiritual computerism. Yes i want to learn how to channel my inner light to make bright and clear path to heaven, Yeah sure happiness can be found anywhere. Hell yeah this cannot be it
40 mg of Propranolol is just enough to make me feel the dopest hard core person living today… Is it a placebo of my own making? Yes… and that’s alright
TO RECOGNIZE HAPPINESS WHEN IT'S THERE
TO DRINK GOOD STRONG COFFEE
TO DRINK GOOD STRONG COFFEE
TO CALM DOWN
TO DO LESS
TO OVERCOME YOUR FEAR
TO ACCEPT YOUR OWN LIMITS
TO JUST TAKE A SHOWER
TO SPEND ALL YOUR MONEY AT ONCE
TO DRESS TOTALLY CRAZY AND FREE
TO LOVE
FOREVER