A noose firmly wrapped around my frail neck, listening to chillwave and cutting wispy designs into my wrist with a cold, rusty razor. In heaven, everything is fine.
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A noose firmly wrapped around my frail neck, listening to chillwave and cutting wispy designs into my wrist with a cold, rusty razor. In heaven, everything is fine.
Maybe you should check yourself into a psychiatric hospital overnight.
I've woken up from living hell (no weed for weeks) and into a living purgatory with a shopping bag full of sunburnt, not budded properly shitty weed
it is enough to keep the no weed demons at bay but not enough to get me stoned and into heaven
considered tying the shopping bag over my head to get me there quicker
oh woe, woe is me
and I hear what you are saying, it sounds like me and it sounds like "waaaaaaa waaaaaa poor me"
I'll sponsor all of your suicides any sneakers you want
it might be a free service if you absolutely need it.
everyone kill yourselves on three
I recently found out I'm fine with eating guacamole every day forever
sounds like every day irl for me, but i prefer steak knives
rusty cilice