Trust me. I'm a Catotologist.

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

still being active on tumblr is camp

date a girl who talks in the tags

Dis me.

in the tags, sis

im washing me and my clothes bitch

he dropped his eyes

PUT THOSE EYEBALLS BACK IN YOUR HEAD, SON

THE WINK

all I ever do is stare at the moon & feel things

Can’t wait to have an extremely offline boyfriend who is 6’5’’ to whom I say “hey do ever think about how 100 gecs is the mindless self indulgence of gen z” and he picks me up and puts me over his shoulder and takes me to the top of a mountain

spring is just like *wildly oscillates between feeling a gut-wrenching melancholy and happily basking in the sun like a cat*

let her sleep

Now THAT'S a mood!