when one falls, we continue

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

grace meets rocky, barely; and in less than ten pages, he’s already calling him, “my boy rocky”. they were never gonna be normal about each other.

When I fail to respond it's an homage to letters getting lost at sea

companies make billions from you thinking you're ugly btw. only ugly thing is their bottom line. log out of tiktok right now.

learning to ask 'is this an ad' will save your life

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

Love character relationships that can only be described as "whatever the fuck these two have going on"

masculine energy this feminine energy that. well i’m out of energy

need me some of this "renewable energy" I keep hearing about