i want our spooky fluids to mingle
my nose into an old paper towel that i dabbed my blood on after very minorly scraping my cuticle at work yesterday i wish someone were here to say, “gross, don’t do that!” because i would be able to respond, “it’s okay; it’s my own blood.”
“My girlfriend broke up with me.
Now my room is going to be literally covered with bottles full of piss.”
A woman at the Rosebud bar told my manager Jibril that she wanted to lick his balls
chloraseptic throat spray reminds me of beer with beechwood smoked malt; they both have a band-aid thing goin on
fuck sexual integrity