Just Broke One Of My Spoons This Is Hell.

I need to have sex

bro i'm not coming over the only drinks you have is nefarious elixer

In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.

-Marcus Tullius Cicero, Epistulae ad Atticum

the sweet release of drinking a soda. Put me down for a nap carbonated beverage.

My spirit soars where the air goes thin.

Saturn. American Tract Society Almanac. 1860.

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you’re all ‘ohh i love hole’ but now when i’m about to throw you in this bottomless pit (which is a form of hole btw) you’re all ‘please spare me’ fucking hypocrite

Put that guy into interval notation.

It's so foggy. I like when the weather is like this.

If I don't make at least five sci-fi media references in conversation then I feel wrong.