you only murdered your family, nbd
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.
I’ll have whatever he’s having.
giving birth is essentially just like pooping except out a different hole
are your poops covered in blood and start screaming and crying
only after i eat mexican food
hot waiters make me nervous & forget what i want to order
they are the order
I’d like a piece of that ass
THIS DISTURBS ME WHERE DID THEY COME FROM AND WHERE DID THEY GO
WHERE DID THEY COME FROM, COTTON-EYE-JOE
"Pickles" - India ink and watercolor on paper - 2012
(given as a gift)
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck