I offer you my heart(s). Also, my thoughts are just stars I can't fathom into constellations.

A pair of glasses. They're old. You can't tell that it's old, but you can tell it has history. Do this one justice.

How the hell did Fifty Shades of Grey sell more copies than all of Ray Bradbury's combined? FUCK THIS SHIT SOCIETY.

It's 4:58AM. My eyes will gush out of their sockets any second now.

hello fellow doodler, care to share how you ended up so bored?

Time jump.

But hey, shit happens. However, nothing in this wicked world is permanent, not even our troubles.

"HurrDuur," said Pop Eye, while his left eyeball started rolling backwards without his consent.

wrinkles are just like the circles inside a tree stump

H.F.S. Effects

E tu brute?

Seven Deadly Sins