i just ordered a brooklyn styled pepperoni pizza because i'm in my happy bubble right now. i'm going absolutely fucking demolish it, light up a joint, and try to watch something on netflix. 

but i know i'm going to struggle. This happiness is like the break and silence between the swinging powerful pendulum that brings you up again.

since when was my heart tethered to my brain. i thought my penis was the genius. 

creatine? forever chemicals? is there estrogen in this apartment i play away in?

★shot out to the pizza guy who i hope is almost here