No writing, no drawing, no exercise, no computer, no job. Just me, 7 fingers, a slipped disc and a phone.
I’m going completely fucking batshit crazy.
Yo mommas fatter than Google play services.
Biopsychology: studying the chemicals that control your state of being… and how to manipulate them.
Tastes like codeine and ass.
"We all have closets we need to come out of."
But how good was seeing one of the few people I really despise, a proper sociopath, writhing in pain in the emergency department, without her makeup.