WEWEREHERE

(Source: chocolate-milk-motel)

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Pop fart ice dreams.

*music*

Doo do DOO do DOO (deep doo) do doo do do

vocals: definitely my high heels..

doo do DOO do DOO

plug it in and turn the SWITCH

doop do do do do do do dooo dee do do do

it’s just…it’s like…

…it’s like a type type

THEY BACK AND THEY MAD! return OF THE ALIEN-DUDES!! IN StorES near your BATHROOM. because they ain’t in existance so to pertain to that of the bathroom, it doesn’t mean they have returned quite yet. all i know is that i hear the sloop noise and that’s a sign that they are sniffin’it all up. avoid the dust. they back. theatres near you.

oh my goodnass my water bottle is frozen so i sit on it. remember when time was talking about her lips having a fight? well he went thethere and i’m not okay with it…

 back in up and support it.  like something squirting.  i’d get it like, full of paint. eahhhh oh my. like a type type. it’s gonna be a masterpiece.

"Don’t you ever just try and here the voice in your head?"

me, talking to me

she slopped some beans onto a plate

i’ve never been happier

i’m going to be the 4th. 

it’s time for a story time

as he walked away with the goat in his mouth, he remembered the wet season was approaching.  he spun in the grass and understood the thundering lies that lay within the prehistoric changes that existed before him and under his very feet. flesh and water.  that is what was required.  in less that a minute, layer of the universe existed on the very back of a butterflies wings - not even a minute, but a second, and less.  painting the skies with his tears he was.

"he’s a nice kid"

me (i wanna punch oyu in the fae