#the godfather both helped alleviate and aggravate my stress

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Chocolate, strawberry and vanilla ice cream with every single flavor of Mountain Dew that our trading post sells (a lot), mixed together in a horribly delicious potion. Tastes gorgeous, but you can tell something's wrong with it. But you can't stop drinking it. Now you've downed two cups and you can feel your brain pinballing around in your head. Your eyes won't close. Your breathing quickens. You could run a three minute mile. You're going to collapse. You feel like a corpse reanimated. It shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't taste so good. You can't stop thinking. You can't stop laughing. Everything floats around. You're floating too. You lay down in bed and your eyes won't close. You're painfully aware of your breathing. The memory of someone asking if you'd like a drink echoes endlessly in your mind. You shouldn't have said yes.

#this wasnt supposed to be this dramatic #i just wanted to express the funky feeling of this drink #the friend that made it called it a 'godfather' #they didnt tell me what it was before i drank it they just handed me a cup and asked if i could guess what it was #it tasted like... i cant even describe it #pure chaotic energy #even though this post is written super dramatically it accurately describes what the godfather (drink) feels like #my little heart is going to explode #the godfather both helped alleviate and aggravate my stress #you cant be stressed if the only thing your brain will run is copa cabana on repeat #i am exhausted #i am vibrating