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Napalm is just gasoline and plastic. I am just carbon and bad timing.
god bless the shape your head leaves in my pillow;
it would be nice to say It’s raining only on my head rather than I have a chemical imbalance in my brain
I will wield my joy like a broadsword or a fucking nerf gun. I will have fun like my life depends on it because it does.
Until the entire world is no larger than the space between your bed and the light switch, but I hear the world is ending soon. When we go, and we’re all going to go, I will be part of it.
