ok

the peak of online communication is having different convos with the same person in different chats all at the same time

“You should never bottle up your emotions,” I say, kicking seventeen Emotion Bottles™ under the carpet.

snort xanax in one nostril and adderall in the other nostril and let god sort out the rest

me, as a spy: ok gotta be quiet gotta be sneaky my joints: *crack*

sitcom where people gradually get killed off and their spot in the opening title theme is replaced with dead silence

I love locking my door like…you’re not coming in lmfao

I feel fundamentally dishonest using the phrase “low key” so often because inside my heart and soul I’m actually and unambiguously and inappropriately obsessively 100% full scale high key about literally everything I ever think and feel and look at.

Whenever you’re feeling sudden calm its because I took your voodoo doll out for a picnic on a grassy hill

thank you