heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat, the upstairs of our house is like a little oven even with the doors and windows are open.
"smoking a joint, thinking about you"
a lot of the shit i do is pretty pointless and normally has a singular aim to make me laugh or make me and kim laugh and sometimes i think that might not be a good thing but then i remember that i don't really... you know... give a fuck... i like having fun more than mostly everything else. my fucccckin body hurts and i wish it would stop.
peculiar bruisesss.
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