tbh i just want to be married to some impotent millionaire who buys me things and doesn’t mind who i fuck or what i do as long as i hug him while he cries about his mom or some shit all i wanna do is gunshot gunshot gunshot cash register noise
“GOD: I own you like I own the caves.
THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison.
GOD: I made you. I could tame you.
THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now.
GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a bird
with tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.”
one day I’m gonna build a playground that’s the most awesome playground ever except it’s adult sized instead of child sized and you have to be thirteen and up to play on it because why the fuck do those kids get to have all the fun?