icarus is flying towards an early grave

me: stutters out fifteen sentence fragments that no-one can make sense of not even me me: you know?

that one friend who knows you better than you: yeah

Make my muse cringe with only four words!

i think we should get rid of time zones and just let everyone decide for themselves what time it is

the lengths i would go to to both get attention and avoid it….astounding

pennywise, and his lesser known older brother, nickleback,

what happened to me was not poetic, it was fucking traumatizing and i’m going to spend the rest of my life recovering from it

It also wasn’t a “learning experience” either. 

sorry i’m late, professor. i’m disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis