paying for the dont kill yourself medication makes me wanna fuckin kill myself. ironic
if your job ad says you're looking for a rockstar to join your team im fucking shooting you with a harpoon
a distressed looking employee shuffles towards me and slides a transcript across my desk. over a haze of cigarette smoke i flick open the paper impatiently and my eyes flit across the page: "she smack on my barm until i pea wet". i crumple the paper and slam my fist on the desk so hard the ice in my glass clatters
goes to your house and sings a song like snow white so all the fruit flies in the neighbourhood come in and live in your sink
if i manned the titanic I would have gone straight into the heart of the iceberg blasting it apart into shimmering particles that everyone on board could grab a piece of and take home to show their families
like ten years ago twelve years ago everyone changed their fb pic to spongebob and it stopped child abuse remember
one day i will go to the gas station that i drove into without feeling like i have a big red arrow pointing at me that says "drove into this gas station"
hate how posts like "not my white ass succumbing to great tusk predator 😭" can impact my way of life
