Have Nothing Better To Do.

Have nothing better to do.

I mean I probably have but I not doing it-

new ask list post!!!! feel free to ask whatever

HI HI

for the ask game (i randomly picked the numbers):

12, 16, 36, 41 & 74

:3

12: fun fact I don't dream. Or I very bad at remembering. Kinda just turn off and on. BUT to say I didn't tell you, the last dream I did remember was when I was "having fun" with my favorite character until I realized it was a dream. It was... 3 years ago I guess?

16: Hardcore Henry. I fucking hate how nobody knows about this movie, I like the opposite gatekeeper finding obscure shit and trying to share with everyone I know lol.

36: overwhelmed. Idk why it's fancy I guess there's not a word in Portuguese for it.

41: I believe so, like I can lie pretty good only when I want to, when I don't I very bad.

74: yes, very much so.

Thank you for asking!

This is the handwash station.

Your hands are now clean of any reblog bait you didn't engage with, any compulsions you didn't obey, or any other intrusive thoughts or mental spiraling.

Johnnytober 4°: Dear Diary.

"Hello diary, day... I can't recall. It's been so long since I wrote one of these. I mean I have tried in this mean time but the pages kept going missing. Hope nobody saw what ever I was going through, ha. Well, things have gotten... Stale? I don't know if it's for the better or worse. At least time seem to be normal, instead of how days before passed in a blink of a eye. I can look at the trees and hear the birds sing, instead of before where my only company was the chamber of a gun. Violence. That's something I had not done recently. Only thing not repetitive. My drug, or prescription to a live of monotone color, is what I believed. I mean I am a death machine after all. Death wish like a emo kid and the courage of a American soldier. Maybe not the pride of neither, but oh well.

At least it's my birthday. I think. 24 years. Forget the other 200, nobody cares for them. Thinking of going original with soda and cake at some chuck and cheese, if they exist anymore. To be fair, if I actually went original I would go back to my land. To my beaches and trees nowhere else has. But it's the same violence and despair as everywhere. That's life, as Sinatra would say.

Uh, I hope this page doesn't go missing, planning on continuing tomorrow if the sun doesn't explode... Which I hopping it does.

With all but love, Jonathan."

I said it would be random as hell.

I want to have a lover like deadoool had with wolverine. And by that I mean trying to kill each other relentless until we are breathless and with our muscles flaring.

Basically: I get enemies to lovers now.