My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp
Want to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch
The ’50s were fucked up man.
*tries this at next house party*
when i find stretch marks on my thighs i make a point of smooching them because they’re just doing their best at keeping the all-powerful immortal Being within me from ripping my mortal shell asunder in a blaze of heavenly glory and eviscerating the cosmos in my divine wrath