patterns in my mind now moving slow.

hello, hello.
what?

those shapely heart candies look nothing like the pulsating meat in your chest.

my head is spinning.

speak clearly for me, please.

grrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggehhhh.

dependence.

and i thought you were the moon in sky,

but it turned out you were just a street light.

all i want for christmas

is a scottish fold.

so cute.

i want to try again.

don’t stray too far.

(via papertissue)