whoever made my sundae, i hope you have the best life ever, i hope everything good happens to you, all your dreams come true, your room is always the perfect temperature, your hair always cooperates the way you need it to, you bed feels like the softest thing ever, i love you
halcon tomorrow, either gonna be normal kfc break up geto or cunty kfc break up geto…& no one will know cause it’s exactly how i dress on a normal day
“Stop being so political.” Babe, I would LOVE to go back to painting flowers and talking to the moon, but apparently basic human rights are still up for debate.
trying to listen to work song by hozier because it’s one of my favourite songs ever but getting flashbacks to bobby nash dying & the absolute worst decision the writers of 911 ever made