flesh and bone

Start a mosh pit at my funeral or we aren’t real friends

hey not to be absolutely fucking morbid on main or anything but if we do reach a point where the rich try to escape extinction by fleeing earth to live on their secret mars colony or whatever my dying moments will be taking solace in the fact that a society comprised solely of the 1% of the richest people on the planet will tear itself apart in under a year

can’t wait for Fyre Fest 2 on mars

not to be overly optimistic on main but without the 1% we might stand a chance 

All humans are weak because we will all fall for The Classical Fan Art Pose. I like to call it the “Character nonchalantly wiping blood away from their mouth/nose with the back of their hand, murderous intent in their eyes”. I would go as far as to say it is indisputably the hottest pose you could draw someone in. In this essay I will-

Phones don’t auto correct when you type in all caps because they think you’re angry and they don’t want to get involved.

i’m smart-passing

Bed time!

why my hand shaky

your skeleton is ready to hatch

this is so fucking ominous thank you

women talk to men using their customer service voice and don’t even get paid for it

i have all these plans but my hands are a paper cup and the dreams leak on out the bottom. like i watch opportunities bang on my window and i wave at them as they go by. i want to be bigger and better and in control of my future but instead i sit here wondering why i can’t argue myself into moving.