today my goddamned train was stopped for half an hour because somebody’s organs decided to explode or some shit. that’s all good and well but it left me genuinely sprinting to my class on shakespeare. in this process i learned two things; i do not actually care that much about shakespeare and that i am also gravely out of shape. i tasted blood after this fateful flight on foot. i will never run anywhere ever again.
anyway whipped magic is the greatest fucking print of all time and if you scalp it on any secondhand website i wish infinite suffering upon you. for your lies you’ve ought to go to that circle of hell where you crouch in a river of shit produced by the very shit that spews forth from the assholes of other liars like yourself. the verbal shit that you’ve excreted from your filthy mouth has now rerouted itself and manifested into real shit in its most true and perfected form. isn’t that wonderful? or something lol idc that much actually. but you still suck regardless.
it is not worth $450. please stop obfuscating this truth to yourself. once you realize this you will escape samsara.
also this is yesterday’s coord + i appear to have forgotten to reset the date on my camera. my dress is inadvertently a faux-anachronism. oopsie!
everyone stream miss amor now!!!!!!! absolute masterpiece of a track. i wish azealia was normal. fantasea 2 is like will to power to me
how today's got me feeling........ i do not think i will be very productive </3
anyway this concludes my coke rant for today. i hope all your harvests and crops or whatever are fruitful <3
