blue.

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

you’re one of the three survivors after the apocalypse & the other two are visibly passing one of theirs’ phones back & forth having a secret conversation in a notes app

ancient peoples loooved a flood narrative it was kinda like their beatles

lesbian scifi is so easy. here’s a woman in cargo pants and a tank top on a spaceship. are you with me

its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"

every since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to aimlessly wander a blighted landscape

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle