finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck
We’re not friends, we’re not enemies. We’re strangers with some memories.
if that’s how right the wrong one felt, imagine how right the right one will feel.
I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
ready for a bit of old ultra-violence, welly .. welly .. welly .. welly .. well!
The only reason i enjoy going to bed is so i can make stories up in my head which makes my brain think it’s actually real
there is only two people on this earth that make those moves work for them
"You could be a hero for somebody if you stand up for someone. It’s just really important that that person who’s being hurt doesn’t feel hurt and alone; but they feel like they’re being supported by someone else and someone is standing up for them..”