I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.
The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.
I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.
This beautiful, dark-haired angel sleeping
Next to me, right next to me,
She don’t know the things she’s put me through.
Wind blows through the entire house
And asks me, just asks me
If he can borrow her for a while or two.
But I die tying her down to the couch,
And I’m not a sucker for going out
Like that, oh, no, on the contrary,
I think I’m pretty fuckin’ amazing.
