You look at the message and instantly the knowledge of what you have to do is clear. Your gaze shifts to your instant messages, to the two you have never closed.
You know what you have to do.
You close them and feel internally lighter, mild regret slipping into a state of calm resolve. This is right.
occasionally
not often tho
well shit
that’s an option too, ain’t it
i sure the fuck am
weird flex but okay–
damn ya really going for the globes here. i’m hurtin bad from that shit.
oof
agh
ooh
my pride
fuck. now i all gotta delete mymotherfuckin blog.
yeah?
it’s tumblr, shitface
what else am i gonna do?
be fuckin productive???
N-NONY?????
you can’t FriGgin do this to m-
fudge-
are you fuggin
okay.
fine.
uhh, dunno who this gonna be- or if it even means in a pitch sense.
but- fuck.
i dunno
how the fuck am i supposed to answer this noise
.o} open up for the airplane bitch
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