told my 6 second old daughter that her grandpa is in heaven. she looked up at me with a tear in her eye and said, “dad, i hope he hits rbg with the dirtiest crossover known to man and then dishes it out to chadwick boseman for a quick wide-open three, gregkanda forever”
@supporthimbo meat from the wwf will never die what if i need to make a tweet about bitches and hoes or have an inverse reaction to a youtube video essay
i’m not kidding the only two public facing individuals that have genuinely inspired me to be a good person and create what i care about are jon bois and john blud shoutsout to the fucking jo(h)ns man
solemn but hopeful, gazing into the middle distance picking the petals off of a flower one by one and letting them float gently down the the ground. the light of the moon reflects in the ripples of the lake.
“he shits me, he shits me not. he shits me, he shits me not”
asking god what sacrifices i have to make for the privilege to love and be loved by hayley williams not for the selfishness of being hers, but to know the price of heaven dare i try to reach it