Don't ask me, I don't know any hallways

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

I'd much rather look at her than one of Rothko's meaningless daubs, TBH. I saw three Rothkos in an exhibit once, arranged in a little temple by themselves, and giggled about how stupid they looked.

Well we're all giggling about how stupid you look so I guess we're even

there's 👏 still 👏 time 👏

Dipping a toe then another and another until submerging your whole body into the unchartered waters of yourself after years of living in suspension

I love being a boring ass bitch…I don’t do shit and I love it

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.