Hug me, save me, kiss me, kill me, hate me, hurt me, so goddamned tired, head hurts, and I'm rambling.
I can't sleep. Barely eat. Damn.
Edit: If the reason for my headache is this heater burning off my oxygen and filling the room with carbon monoxide, I'm going to laugh so hard.


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don't really want to paint cus id have to bike to the studious. Guess that kind of decides it.
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ~ Rumi



