Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
Put my son to sleep in his new onesie, woke up to a bear raiding my drawers.
homework to do: hella
homework i’ve done: negative hella
Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can’t explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can’t understand it at all any longer.
Don’t date someone you wouldn’t own a dog with
This is like really sound advice though
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