Today I felt like Garbador, a large pile of garbage
cuz I am garbage, goodnight.
a strange dream on the fourth night.
I CANT BREATHE
i didn’t ask to be a fan of chris evans
i didn’t ask to have my life disrupted by a fucking meatball of a man who’s half frat bro and half sensitive artist
i didn’t ask for this
look he even makes the face that i do when i have to deal with his existence