I often give my ribs away to women who have things for snakes that ain’t mine.

Very very famished. I need to consume vast amounts of cheap corner store breakfast food.

Don Miguel Ruiz’s The Four Agreements saved my life.

The niggas in the Goodtime parody porn have reserved seats in hell.

mouthfulofdawn:

R.I.P. to all the good lines that get cut during editing.

*pours out some boba tea*

Realist shit I’ve read about poetry