hey man, come through we’re at the new brewery in the worst part of town. it’s at 300% capacity and there’s one bartender.

🥹

im like sisyphus but eepy

dying: it’s over

being resurrected by the rage I held in my heart in that moment as a horrible spectre borne of hatred and anger trapped between the parallel planes of the living and the dead possibly forever: we’re so back!

sometimes i 'feel' sad and then bang my hot gf and feel like a man again (i am 6'8)

Virtual wave