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[toiletangel]

im so fucking scared man

[worst-roommates-ever]

this brain is beating my emotional ASS.... ONE day out of front and it decides i'm back on the clock. my inability to leave this fuckass meat suit is so. ggrgh

i am so. restless. but everyone else in the brain has decided i'm on house arrest. "one week of [basically] leaving the house every day without a break is too much" ONE?? ONE NWEEK??? ONE WEEK. SEVEN? DAYS?? ?SEVEN ???? SEVEN??????

[toiletangel]

hey guys whats up

[the-loving-cruelty]

need to coax some naive little thing out back with me for a chat. noticing their hesitance would make me wanna talk until their nerves are settled and relaxed. and right when they’re opening up more I’d offer them to hit the wood just to be turned down because they’ve never smoked before to which suit yourself, more for me right? well that’s too bad because after my last drag, I’d grab their face and kiss them so I can blow smoke in their mouth watch them cough it up. wanna press my body against them and back them up against the wall grab their wrists if so i have something to put the blunt out on before slapping a hand over their mouth staring them straight in the eye daring them to make a scene right now while I let go of their wrist to feel them up instead.

[coldheartbreaker]

If I had a penny for each time the couch matched Axl’s fit exactly, I’d have two pennies, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it has happened twice

[coldheartbreaker]

Axl in Brazil was a whole different league of fine (x)

[sealpire]

I. Oh buddy