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.

Can’t believe we lost Bahram Beyzai…

Ugh man this is so depressing, we’re losing all the good ones.

There’s genuinely no hope, I don’t know why I’m still here. Nothing’s left.

If I could sleep, oh if they let me. If it wasn’t so cold I could sleep in my car, if I had a home, if I had a home.