I’m slowly beginning to accept the reality that 2007 was not last year but in fact almost four years ago

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

the part of adulthood that no one ever warns you about is the amount of surfaces you need to acquire to put your things and trinkets on

my life isnt perfect but at least im not doing a mans laundry

something's fuckin wrong with me dude

[walks thru a bead curtain into my blog]

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

Can I come over and be really disappointing

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas