I Feckin' Love Teeth. I Need Dis, Like, Yesterday.

Does anyone else on mobile hold and drag the little post thingies in the bottom right corner to watch the colorful bubbles bounce around the screen and giggle at the bouncy rainbow bubbles?

I love them. They supply a little daily serotonin for my brain.

"Would you hold my dirty fingers and kiss my alcohol-drenched lips? Will you love my scars and scratches and disgusting skin? Would you love my mind filled with anxiety and woe? Would you love a Monster?"

but did they have to make coffins look so comfy?

There's something so lovely about the idea of decomposing. A sort of poetry that comes with returning to the earth. Moss taking over my skin, vines tangling into my bones, flowers growing from the nutrients in my blood, animals using me to feed their young. I hope after I die I get to haunt a spot where the forest meets the sea so that I can ominously stand looking over the ocean. I am also content with Haunting a large woods filled with animals that I can spend eternity running with. Life is so beautiful but I feel death will be just as beautiful in its own strange way.

A toxic environment will likely change you more than you change it. So get out.