just a squid in the wave

hey don't cry. on december 3, 1926, agatha christie went missing for eleven days and because the uk police didn't know what to do they recruited sir arthur conan doyle, creator of master detective sherlock holmes, but all he did was conduct a séance to try and contact her distressed spirit

i feel bad for bigender people, the commute between Jupiter and college has got to be rough

GOD I just want to be CREATIVE but all my energy is being used to survive

this is one of those "you put it into words" kind of posts. right on.

They should invent a not being exhausted

we'll jump off that bridge when we get to it

nevertheless, we ball

I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord

i should wake up and automatically be restored to full health, that's how sleeping should work, what is this horseshit

*waking up with a sore neck* where are my goddamn spell slots

can you come collect your freak of a man please. He’s doing things