so i'm not gonna not knock things down
i've been jacque cousteauing myself into a deep corner of the aquarium.
my skin is all pruned like if prunes and skin had kids, one or more of them would potentially look like they could be my cousin. (s).
there's a treasure chest excreting bubbles, which then travel through leagues of unexplored ocean and ploop out like "what's up!?" into a bunch of regular ass air which hasn't done much cool shit. or that hasn't done much cool shit in a long time.
i guess the grass is always greener in a different ecosystem.
but you really can't beat the abyss.
oh yeah, and i blow-dried my hair today. it is soft, fluffy, and blonde.
do you like it?
my skin is all pruned like if prunes and skin had kids, one or more of them would potentially look like they could be my cousin. (s).
there's a treasure chest excreting bubbles, which then travel through leagues of unexplored ocean and ploop out like "what's up!?" into a bunch of regular ass air which hasn't done much cool shit. or that hasn't done much cool shit in a long time.
i guess the grass is always greener in a different ecosystem.
but you really can't beat the abyss.
oh yeah, and i blow-dried my hair today. it is soft, fluffy, and blonde.
do you like it?