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[moku-and-his-madness]

NO AL (I WILL USED THE NICKNAME I GAVE YOU AS BLACKMAIL /j)

ILL STAY DEHYDRATED THANK U VERY MUCH

I swear if any of my family members saw this- they’ll be AFTER me -_-‘

I’m really an Enderman irl minus the height…

hhehehheheheheheh yessssssssssssssssssssssss

drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink

please

stay healthy

noice :3

[stonedpeggy]

drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink crunch

[the-text-doctor]

*drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink*

*Minecraft drinking noises*

Yway!!! ^^

<WELCOME BACK!>

[wahbegan]

No I was looking for that scene of Chloe and Ray on a date and it’s like 

“What do you do?” “I kill people for money.” “Oh, what kind of people?” “Oh...children, priests, the usual. What do you do, Chloe?” “I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.” “Are you serious?” “Do I look like I sell cocaine and heroin?” “No, no...do I look like I...kill people?” “No. Just children.” “Ha. Ha ha. DRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINK”

[bastardworks]

#fbf to the time someone across the street from me was literally stuck in his own vestibule #drunkenfrenzy #drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink #girldrinkdrunk (at Queens–Midtown Tunnel)

[pink-doll-lips]

Oo Oo. Okay so like I’m always trying to remember dumb moments but like an forgetful but I think something in convo w @drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink counts. Yay for remembering! She said she was reading a book that’s fiction and like I never ever remember if that means it’s real or not. Like I remember f is for either fake or fact. But like I feel like I’m always taking a guess at it. And like I was right! So yay. But like def feels like a tricky thing.

[tumblrwrites]

2:02am

Drink. Drink. Drink, drink, drink. Drink drink drink. Drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink just choked a bit, it’s OK, OK, drinkdrink.

  We like to drink with Mia, coz Mia is our mate. And when we drink with Mia, she gets it down in eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three.

  Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeep.

  Level up! Now you have a pill. Now it’s two! Do you take the blue pill, or the red pill? The blue pill will you make you dream, believe, fly, cry, die, wonder, get fucked behind a kebab shop, transform. The red pill is the same except it tastes like cinnamon.

  See, Doctor, I’ve got this pain. Well, no, it’s not really a pain, I’m just being dramatic, I always complain I’m so selfish the most selfish child you’ve ever known. But anyway. I have an itch. So I was scratching the itch, but my nails are chewed down like apple cores so I started scratching it with a blade I removed from the razor I use to shave my legs and sometimes my upper lip hair, but don’t tell anyone that. It was like being in a room of blaring loud light and everything is too bright and too loud and you’re wondering how can light be so loud and then. The light is gone. It’s calm. You can be.

  Now I go through life not feeling real and my head is a few steps behind my body when I’m walking but it’s not like I’m two people, I’m about seven different people. I’m her and I’m her and I’m…her…and I’m oh, her. And so on.  And I only felt real when I was consuming, food, liquor, drugs, boys, ideas, so I stopped doing that. To feel better. Healthy habits start today! Eat clean. Your body is a temple. Who needs alcohol to have fun? Not her. But apparently she does.

  I don’t know what the objective of this is. I hope you enjoy. I’ve been writing a long time. It’s a constant. 

-Rachel B. 

[pink-doll-lips]

Aw yayyy. And like please give @drinkdrinkdrinkdrinkdrink attention too. Def a lovely.

Hi. I’d like approximately like 5 more attentions. Ideally drinkjng buddy attention. Please and thank you