your bed is probably as happy to see you as you are to see it. ‘here comes the warmth slab’ it thinks
wrong it thinks “god hope this dipshit doesnt spill beans all over me again who tf eats beans in bed”
stop reblogging this new year new me i havent spilled beans in bed ONCE this year
uh oh
maybe this year i will keep my mishaps and mistakes all to myself. what then. what will you people laugh at then. one day you will run out of beans to throw at me in the streets.
even the longest night is broken by the renewing warmth of dawn.