okay i need to get out of bed to eat something and take my tonsilitis meds
but i
bed
soft
this is just going to be one of those nights, isn’t it
zaoe:
whoa that actually scares me
Isn’t that hole like one of the deepest in the world
MO CLICK THIS
THIS
THIS IS
THE BEST EARGASM I’VE EVER HAD OOOHHHHH
OH MY GOOOOOOD.
You know I always wondered if these two songs would go together
Answer: yes
okay i need to get out of bed to eat something and take my tonsilitis meds
but i
bed
soft
this is just going to be one of those nights, isn’t it
Part of Series: Not Sleeping.
Holy crap, please watch this. I think I just peed. I am in tears. WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY!?
I CAN’T BREATHE
Fuck yEs THIS
ITS NOT A C O O k IE
What am I doing with my life.
I am going to be a bum on the street.
I don’t have any talents that I can market properly without having tools I don’t have
A mind we don’t have
A world that we don’t suck at existing in
God
I wish we knew what to do and what we could actually be successful at
Because apparently we suck at everything.
Well, everything that really matters to us, anyways
How do we not suck
How
how do we not
ho.w
Also forgot to upload these. HahahahaTOTHEFANDOMMOBILE
I promise I’ll be better in the morning
But for now I’ll just let myself crawl
Into the grave I’ve only known in mourning
And in the dead end of the coffin I will sprawl
I want to be my own demise
I just want someone else to pull the trigger.
I know I will not do it, but I surmise
I can be a better me as grave digger.
The cats are gasping underneath the floorboards
while rats pose as friends and great gifts of France
And the crying botanical citizens break their vocal chords
Because no one ever gave their skin a chance
And when sitting at the side of the road
no one cares no one shows
A single hint of affection
For all have been too caught to look down
From their phones and they drone
At the slightest hint of infection
But I promise I’ll be better in the morning
But for now I’ll just let myself crawl
Into the grave I’ve only known in mourning
And in the dead end of the coffin I will sprawl
I want to be my own demise
I just want someone else to pull the trigger.
I know I will not do it, but I surmise
I can be a better me as grave digger.
I still feel every word
And every sound you sing
It’s not what I have heard
In darkness beckoning
And I know that it’s absurd
That your voice I cannot cling
But know that it’s your burden
That my blood is curdling.
I want to be my own demise
I don’t care if someone else will pull the trigger.
I know have to do it, but I surmise
I will be a better me as grave digger.