bitchesbrewin: newdeezy: SOAP DROP, NIGGA. “You ain’t washed behind your ears or nothin’”
Nothing's coming to my mind
I actually feel sorry for the guy
Via defamer- Robert Pattinson’s interview reads like a diagnostics manual for mood disorders. We start with disassociation from the self: I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My brain doesn’t work anymore. I haven’t any memory. I can’t write. All I can do is sign my name. I tried to write the other day—it looked like I was writing in Braille. [writes something] See? It looks like spiders have...