I feel uncomfortable knowing other people can carry weapons but at the same time I want to own weapons
tfw ur dealer still texts u even tho he’s retired and I’m hotter than him
i observe men in silence, how they leave plates on dining room tables, how they slam doors, how they take up whole couch with legs sprawled and lounging arms, how they do not filter speech, too confident, too loud. voices always violent, everything a war.
alcohol???? how is it obtained???????? do I find the alcohol or does the alcohol find me?