in this dream you and me were on the beach it was the 4 of us we swam in the ocean i tried to look at you but the glare of the sun was too bright i washed onto the sand facing away, ready to cry you met me there and gave me a hug and our eyes could finally meet

fire walk with me

i sense that people are talking shit about me

i hate when coworkers message me just "hey" or "hi" like just tell me or ask me whatever u need to get to the point half the time they don't even follow up with anything like what are you doing

my neck alway hurt

i be hitting the

do u fw guys who do a thumbs up in every photo

he rlly said u gotta be circumcised

God handed Moses the 11th commandment: "he who hath smelt it, hath himself dealt it"

yay bioessentialism