Fuck If I Know

Jewelry

this next one’s a slow jam

This rapid slide from attempted machismo to sweet tender feelings is what happened to the show, too.

I’m a bitch I’m a lover

I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.

the window

what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes

That response is fucking Shakespearean.

Note to self: memorize those last two lines in case I ever need to deliver a sick burn in verse.

#you CRITIQUE miette? you edit her dreams like the essay? oh! shredded shoes for you! ( via @freenarnian )

So lol when tumblr dies on March 29 2023 here's my twitter for yall

What is this cryptic prophecy?

I just know these things

had a walk now I shouldnt be insane anymore