writer & clown

(sitting in my living room alone) Does anyone wanna know my thoughts on something

if i say “i’m working on it” just know that means i’m thinking about it really hard while doing absolutely nothing

ground control to crazy frog

1 day i will stop complaining about things. at some point. eventually

i love you ciabatta i love you brioche i love you focaccia i love you challah i love you sourdough i love you rye i love you multigrain i love you bagel i love you pita i love you pretzel bun i love you baguette i love you english muffin i love you naan

it’s 4:14 which means it’s about to be 9 pm if i’m not careful

remember when you were 10 and you would hang out with your friends in order to Look At The Computer together like you went to their house and experienced the information superhighway together. and then leave

How fucking old are you people?

normal amount

everyones got that homie who, within the depths of the dungeon, found a cruel facsimile of that which he desired most, and was corrupted absolutely

Skitters into your megastructure and dies in a crawl space with an unknowable purpose