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this blog is my diary it’s my sketchbook it’s stuff on my bedroom wall it’s a pdf it’s an unpublished novel it’s a collage. it’s all of these things

its just me and the mutuals i have a parasocial relationship with

Its not normal to know how to drive

“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars

ya gotta stop caring what people think and start being extremely weird. but never cruel. i think that might save you

don’t kill yourself because the internet is going to be really funny when Elon gets assassinated

don’t kill yourself because the internet is going to be really funny when Elon gets assassinated

don’t kill yourself because the internet is going to be really funny when Elon gets assassinated

my daily habit of continuing on

dropping food when you're already sad is such an intense emotion. Just the most fucking wretched self indulgent pity. One time I spilled a bowl of ice cream when i had already spent most of the day sobbing and honestly im still chasing that high

i hope you all live your life exactly the way you want to live it in 2025. i hope it’s full of wonder and joy. i hope you find a new corner of yourself you didn’t know existed. i hope you find the piece of yourself you thought you lost forever. i hope you live.

airplane tickets should be free if you have internet friends you reaaaaaaally want to hang out with