Complimentmyfleshprison - MY NECK MY BACK MY ANXIETY ATTACK

My life is now separated into 2 eras: BPT (before Preminger towel) and APT (after Preminger towel)

daily affirmations:

i’ve gotta get out of here

this can’t be happening

my favorite character type is a character that is gay but they have no romantic chemistry with anyone because of how fucking insane they are

She Boris on my Johnson until I resign

The angel came to me in a fever hallucination, perched upon my bed as I returned from the bathroom.

If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?