between the ages of three and seven i was thrown into every single canyon in the world. i would crawl out of one canyon after a long and hard struggle and immediately be picked up, carried to another, and tossed in.

my talent is rapidly seesawing into hostility

i am being spread far and wide

youve awoken the lottster

i exfoliated my fingers

soldier of urchin

i have to become god to you now

freaks are hoes

i have to scuttle my fleet

i can upload the post to my internet

im thankful that sandwich has all the ingredients on it

u triggered my bpd and now exist in a state of exception

please make me feel awesome

i went to see everyone get more awesome

AWESOMENESS NOW!!!!!!!!!

i think that the sun is going to devour me and chew on all my bones and pick out the flesh and marrow with a craftsmans touch and after all of that i will probably feel radiant and forever

i just realized everything i was doing was stupid and insane

i find myself teleporting

mothering under my breath

ur gonna let me fix the timeline right?