I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe. In a moment or two I realize,
That this sphere upon which I reside, Is asleep upon its feet.
Should I go back to sleep?

 

goldenagethinkers:

I know, I know, but with eyes like these, how could I not forgive the mullet?

shit doesn’t even need forgiving.

goldenagethinkers:

I know, I know, but with eyes like these, how could I not forgive the mullet?

shit doesn’t even need forgiving.