0_-

that's an actual notification sound for an actual thing 

it is not today yet, I'm smoking some weed and boyfriend pillowing a pile of mutts back to sleep, but noting it'd be a funny way to die after writing my fucking brains loose for a year about huck fynn getting fucked by jim beam, she decides that hiking is going to be her way back to a good life and then Bourbon attacks her, a smote from God who caught her staring at a deer carcass with her stomach rumbling feeling 🤏 sorry for herself that no one courted her with venison, caught by chance (God can't always be watching right?, sometimes you're just unlucky) in that fleeting moment when she should have kept walking, exactly as she'd been deciding to do, and boom 💀

🤭