hot mess hours

u know when u make a post and it’s like Okay when will [mutual] see it

evil beach boys wouldn’t it be knife

it’s just me and my stupid little fantasies against the world

You can tell a lot about a person by looking at their bookshelf. For example if you look at my bookshelf you can see that I desperately need another one

nobody will ever get star wars the way a group of eight year olds spending recess constructing elaborate storylines featuring their own original characters who are all like yoda’s cyborg cousin who has TWO lightsabers one red and one blue get star wars

*forgets to message back* *forgets to check notifications* *forgets to look through bookmarks* *forgets to check reminders* *forgets to check out [insert content] that i said i would* *forgets to take my phone off do not disturb* *forgets to

I’m doing hot girl shit. *stares at the dark in my room with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark*

Love that in a lot of classic literature people just “randomly” fall ill but bro their homes were stacked to the roof with arsenic and asbestos and lead and radium of course they were sick all the time.

And then they’re like “we took my ill wife to the seaside and her condition improved remarkably” and it’s like Edward your house has seven time bombs in it please just leave your wife at the seaside and she’ll do very well not getting mesothelioma.

Edward your wife may be entitled to financial compensation

my immense self hatred VS my delusional god complex