[insert fanfic title here]

laying in bed, high as fuck, thinking about balsamic vinegar

Its like grape soy sauce

:/

Both are brown liquid made from mold growing on it

You know, you're not wrong. I still don't have to enjoy the truth.

why is it that when someone is struggling mentally we always ask if they've tried therapy and never give them $5000

absolutely cooking a bloodymary college au. party boy!ryland x brooding nerd!simon. it's messy, it's long, it's bittersweet, it has a happy ending, it's angsty. there's multiple weddings. it will take me six years to finish at my current writing pace.

new problem: i can't write this unless i'm high so... yeah, six years is an accurate estimate. wish me luck

did you know that apparently if you try to act normal the normalness doesn't come through but the acting does. and did you know apparently everyone can smell this on you like a bloodhound

it is the goal of all ui designers to instill misery in those who lack the surgeon's precision

my friend's discord server has a "proof of touch grass" channel where they post pics of them doing regular activities outdoors/in public. i think many online spaces could benefit from such a thing