i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross
ancient egyptian uses for papyrus
- not card games apparently. let’s spend weeks at a time carving the duel monsters on man height stone tablets.
my self-esteem is like patrick stump’s voice it’s either high as fuck or lower than the pits of hell
HEAVY METAL BROKE MY