nothing is forever

call him bubonic the way he plagues me

it's kind of like we live in medieval times cause everything is mid and evil

every day im closer to becoming tv static

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

we gotta go back in time and save disco

growing up is terrifying i wasn’t supposed to make it this far and now my future depends on me and i have to make wise choices and decisions and i’m just sitting here like a clueless little kid

i think its charming when peoples personal lives improve and they get drastically worse at posting

I’ve started decomposing on my free time