wencherstons

me when my pops dies  (im using humor to cope because any mention of him makes me have a mental breakdown and i literally cannot fathom that he isn't here anymore)

wencherstons

amen! im only a man, howling at your face in the mooooon! hot damn! but no holy man. kneeling in the stained-glass toooommmmbbbb, as all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do, oh what the hell can i do, to have a little more heaven with you? hot damn! you're only part of my plan, cataclysmic! catechism! catch-22!!!! YOUR BODY, MY TEMPLE, BABAYYYYY! YOUR BODY, MY TEMPLE! 

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insomnia is so weird because, 4 hours ago if i wanted to sleep i would've. i would've fallen asleep. and now, at nearly 1 in the morning, even though my eyes won't stay open, the moment i move to sleep im wide awake. tell me why that is mate. blimey.