When you realize you aren’t as important as you thought you were, shit doesn’t seem that bad.
WHY AM I EMBARRASSED WHEN I’M BUYING FEMININE PRODUCTS IT’S SO STUPID BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS THAT PERIODS EXIST AND THAT LADIES NEED SHIT TO TAKE CARE OF THAT MONSTROSITY YET EVERY TIME I HAVE TO BUY SOME I TRY TO COVER IT UP WITH OTHER STUFF OR PRETEND I’M HOLDING SOMETHING DIFFERENT LIKE I WANT TO BE ABLE TO WALK DOWN THE STORE AISLE WITH PRIDE LIKE “YEAH I FUCKING BLEED OUT OF MY HOO HA SO FUCKING WHAT YOU WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT I’LL TAKE YOU DOWN MOTHERFUCKER”
WHAT IS A PILOTS FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA im so lonely
|year is 2392|
|child:||mommy i can't sleep|
|mother:||don't worry child. lay down as i sing you this ancient lullaby, passed on through my family for generations|
|mother:||RACK CITY BITCH RACK RACK CITY BITCH|
I don’t understand the concept of love.
When the most important person in your life dies, how do you even begin to be okay?
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.