Eating Bagel (day 117)

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "the word of your body" 😳 you’ll zonked out of your gourd 💯

me: yeah whatever. I don't feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw ilse in the forest

my buddy melchior pacing: the church is lying to us

have you ever thought about the creatures

I AM the fucking creatures. When I die I will be a corpse on the side of the highway baby! and when you drive by you won't say "oh my god that's a person" you will say "aww poor little bugger" like you would when you see a dead Racoon.

girls just wanna have fun an academic year with a ridiculously small class that might be considered essentially a cult in a field that’s tragically pretentious and consists of only the best of the best - the elite in their particular field where everyone is hot, evil and gay, everyone fucks everyone but they all hate eachother and hurt eachother yet are bound together with this inexplicable need and entanglement up in eachother, someone prophecized to die, power and knowledge driving each of them to a state of madness, found family in a sense but the family is fucked up and the chemistry and connection between all of them is so bright that it might burn all of them alive and they’d be happy to burn because this was the precipice they were reaching for anyways, so much power and so much obsession and so much passion and mania with the academia and even more so eachother and they fuck eachother up and fix eachother all at once and ohmygod GIVE ME IT

My most controversial opinion is that I'm probably going to be unloved for the rest of my life. You're pretty cool though :]

Change that lame-ass 'woe is me' attitude to a cool-ass 'me is woah' attitude and watch as you find love both inwards and outwards in life

oh oh oh oh where I GOOOO WHEN I GO THERE NO MORE SHADOOOOOOWSSS ANYMOREEEE ONLY YOU THERE IN THE KISS AND NOTHING MISSING AS YOU'RE DRIFTING TO SHORE (where I go)

where I go... when I go there... noooo more weeping anymore.... (oh no no... no) Only INNNNN AND OUT YOUR LIPS the broken WISHES washing WITH them to shore....

touch me (touch me) all silent (all silent) baby just tell me... tell me please all is forgiven TOUCH me consume my wine... consume my MIND I'LL TELL YOU WHERE WHERE THE WINDS SIGH

TOUCH ME!!!!

sometimes a family is you, the hero, the cold, the broken, the smitten, the cheated, the skeptic, the stubborn, the opportunist, the paranoid, the hunted, the contrarian, the princess you all have repeatedly failed the slay, and the narrator who hates you all.

Pls kill me

little pumpkin thief

I need to play moritz stiefel you don't understand he's literally me if I was living in the 1800s and also not medicated

legitimately my favourite picture i've taken so far