Coffee rings everywhere, comfy slippers and adventure time frozen on the TV. The past eleven hours has been glorious and profound in weird fucking ways. Humour does not even exist what is it. Point at it for me. “Ït”is a thing that Elsa has to let go of. On the mountainside the snow is glowing white, there are no footprints that can be seen by her face, and the kingdom is one of isolation and oh my oh it looks like she’s the queen. Don’t let them in, she says, don’t let them see.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha we ate some pretty fucking wet pizza Will will tell you this thing we ate it.
I’m trying to draw a mouth that looks like a penis, but all the mouths I’ve drawn so far look more like vaginas.
How do I solve this problem that is literally the most important thing in my life right now.
listen to music you hate. befriend a cactus. take long walks. take walks so long and exhausting you fall over and cry. do something liberating like shaving your nipples off or wearing a hat. change your eye colour at will. draw a picture of a dead moth driving a tiny car. come out as an ally. get a flower crown tattooed on the inside of your nose. smile :).