Lower your eyelids to die with the sun.

[gromblesoup]

This week has made me feel more and more like I'm on something similar to Isaak Brock's Karma Payment Plan.

So far, the following events have pierced through the cloud of fucking chronic that seems to consume my afternoons and quality adventures on most days (most days are good days):

1) My rat Nina has developed what I thought to be Ovarian cancer

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[oceanoflillies]

i'm wasted on cancer and bible school.

the morning always comes. the dull blue glow that assaults us from our windows is only an attempt at mercy, though it could never know our misery.