dark waves, strange tides

Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Sunday night and seasonal depression

guy who needs to send an email so he completely isolates himself from the world misses out on every opportunity curls up in a ball and dies. and like 2 months later sends said email finally

I’m in the mood for some downright FREAKY shit (a forehead kiss and some reassurance)

I’ve seen some spectacular snark coming from the case of the dead CEO, but the one in response to the request for the public’s help in finding the culprit “Sorry, snitchs get stitches and that might not be covered by my insurance.” Is among the best.

I love pretending to be normal in social settings bc it’s like how long will it take until they find out a screw is absolutely loose. how long can I keep this going for

at least sisyphus only had one never-ending task. i have like 50 and all of them cost money