Men n' Dicks

i think im done writing. i have to go to school in like 40 minutes. i am still tripping. but i think i can manage. maybe. if i dont strangle my italian teacher. i swear to GOD. the second he calls me “marco” im going to punch him in the face. im afraid i might actually do that. hopefully he doesnt notice my pupils are the size of the fucking moon!

thats so fucked up. i just saw a picture of some dog trying to protect his dead owner. and he like, it didnt make the connection that the guy was dead. ah its so sad! i need to look at happy stuff

what the fuck is tumblr……im starting to think its one entity. like an all powerful being. i actually dont know who the fuck im talking to. im pretty sure myself. and my two or three followers…..but really im just writing becaause one of my friends said i should carry around a notepad next time i tripped and write down everything i felt. well i dont really like using pencils. and a notepad would leave evidence for parents. so instead i used this wonderful website. and no one but me will ever have to know this blog exists. AHAHAHHA i feel like a fucking evil genius. i love acid

that was incredible. ive never been able to draw in my life. but this like bull thing just drew itself for me. well i mean i drew it, its there now. but i could see what it was supposed to be while i was drawing it. then i wanted to see what cool stuff would happened if i scribbled on the paper. hahah yea, it was pretty cool