8spiders

twizted. last night i had a lot of jell-o shots. like, a lot. and it was in the intrest of SCIENCE!

"Okay, I need to know which ones to make for the party. Did you like the Cosmo?"

"Uhh, I forget what it tasted like."

"Have another one." etc...

so the other night she runs her finger over my forearms... "You're free in ways I can never be.", among other things said. when she left i wondered if there was something i was missing, but i shrugged it off. i could only think to myself...

if you question your sanity, you're probably sane.

if you question your existence, you're probably real.

if you question your freedom... are you free?

am i free?