“Forgive us, your majesty.”

My disdain for the household life grows stronger with each passing day. It's more likely that I'll end up as a hermit than a family man. My handsome corpse decomposing in some forest nook, forgotten by everyone. He died as he lived—utterly alone.

land of the free

does anyone remember the panera lemonade that kills you

pannera lemunade that kills U, haha that was grate we gunna do it agein

let us face ourselves

cold like dry blood

i could tell you all, but i don’t think you’re ready

i am passionate about my favorite x reply guy… it’s almost like a crush

how it feels to post something retarded to my ten loyal tweet likers

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anybody got a cigarette

god to adam in the garden