weallstartsomewhere:

So when we leave it’ll be a quick midnight escape.
We’ll disconnect ourselves from all of yesterday.
I’ll dig for water and fashion our very own wishing well.
Then, we’ll throw our coins down hoping to rid us of this little hell.

frosted-lemoncoward:

There’s a degree of difficulty in dealing with me…

oliveaubergine:

Stop talkin about zombie, dicklints.
Some niggas got TU off bath salts and Crystal meth and lost control. Shit happens all the time.
Calm your tits and put your crowbars back in your workbenches.