FUCK HOT FUCK

I pride myself on constantly being happy yet I probably couldn't tell what I did last month

A selfish body, my brain tries to remind it, we're not a based god

Saw my blood yesterday, insides bro-

It smells like beef jerky, now it smells like smoked ham. Why don't I write things down? It means more to me than my r&s records I phone case.

It means more to Jerome than his body high shirt

It means more to James than FUCK REAL LIFE


(by thomas j flaherty)