One time when i was really sick and had a terrible sore throat. i was spraying vicks chloraseptic religiously down my throat . Well, me being the genius that i am, was driving home that night and reached into my side console to douse the inferno billowing in my throat. After about 7 pumps into it i took a deep breath in and realized what i was showering into my esophagus was indeed not chloraseptic. It was, however, calgon morning glory body spray. I almost drove off a bridge in on coming traffic.
I wasnt the one
Whenever i think about my mom i feel like my heart is going to implode. I always think about her right before i fall asleep. Its like having a child and one day they disappear. You don’t know if they were hit by a car or kidnapped or abducted by aliens. Not knowing is hell. Pure firey sickness that knits an angora sweater around your heart.
I am in such a weird place in my life. Everything feels painfully awkward and distant.
One flew over the cuckoos nest it is.
Fucking Bill Nye the damn science guy
bad habits are such hard habits to break and i’m still not convinced good habits even exist. but between all the empty bottles and cigarettes you think we would have learned something by now. self destruction as an art form. not the prettiest picture, but one i abide to none the less. i’ve sang too many songs for someone only fifteen, and when did we start counting years by my number of teeth?
sometimes i realize why everyone wants to kill themselves.
me llama erin
me goose tuh cheptune