i imagine the kens sleep in a big pile like a bunch of ferrets. also allan is there
Ken would 110% say “This one’s for you Barbie”, shoot the basketball, and end up knocking himself out somehow
y'all are worried about a surveillance state all while filming strangers in public for clicks and clout... baby you ARE the surveillance state!
nothing that stimulant medication and a coffee and an energy drink and a bump of coke and a good hard slap in the face and seven years in the harsh wilderness and a hug from a friend and a firm prostate milking and 250mg of MDMA crystals and a top of the line gaming PC and a tall glass of water and a distant memory of summer and piano lessons and four 20mg edibles and a sword that hungers for human blood and a well socialized tuxedo cat and a sushi dinner and a leather jacket and a power nap and a single beautiful rod of depleted uranium and regular estradiol injections and a typewritten sheet of paper bearing the solution to the hard problem of consciousness and nipple clamps and a lobotomy and a gun and another coffee can't fix
but in my dreams i seem to be more honest
halley's commet, billie eilish // texts from an ex // le lit (1893), henri de toulouse-lautrec // i almost do, taylor swift // ghostin, ariana grande // au lit, le baiser (1892), henri de toulouse-lautrec // a text to a friend // sad beautiful tragic, taylor swift: this post by @sunflowersrain //
