I describe a cheetah cub with soft fur and many spots and you see it in your head.
I say something out of pocket along the lines of; if there’s a fucking god I want to slit his fucking throat and feed his organs to the children . And you feel some type of way .
Everything is an illusion and a matter of perspective .
Good and Bad do not exist, Malicious and Kind are both subjective to the eye of the beholder .
If I killed somebody for breaking into my home, for me that is good. For the pathetic fuck lying dead in my kitchen it is bad.
Tumblr aesthetic girls give u reasons not to kill yourself like turtles, cake, sunshine, flowers, new shoes & 100 more pointless things that a depressed person wouldn’t give a fuck or a damn about.
Smoking a 3 Gram backwood in the backyard of my childhood friends house with 7 other friends. The air is light, smells of burning oak wood and marijuana. Laughing is heard from the garage while 2020’s rap music plays in the distance . Life as I Know it.