I’m literally standing here on the edge of this building and Ilya is right there crying, saying I love you with a lump in his throat, bro push me off already why don’t you?

Life when you stop trying to figure out what the fuck is going on in Twin Peaks ✨🥰✨

If I could, I’d start day drinking. Or I’d do drugs. Or hang myself. The options are endless.

One thing I asked in return for being homeless for 5 months and it’s apparently too much.

I’m pretty sure if I smoke another cigarette I’ll start coughing blood which will of course be absolutely hilarious.

Me lately when my homies ask what’s up:

الهی بمیرم این پدر جاد چه‌قدر نازه. گریه نکن نازنازی.

جاش اوکانر یه کاری نکن برم God’s Own Country ریواچ کنم بعد این همه‌ سال.