bismillah. bon appétit. いただきます. afiyet olsun.

and they were two starving people that were filet mignon for each other.

killed myself for the 8th time.

death.

ok. i did die at 19. im just going to accept reality at this point. it has been 11 years of walking around as a zombie now.

street wise hercules.

self control.

breathe in blood. remember to exhale.

this ramadan i have learned that i can be an evil genius mastermind without shaitaan's help.

7 cups of tea

grad school has officially made me unbalanced. i need a mental health intervention utilizing innovative technology. and goat eating a taco, why are you waving at me?