i’ll be juliet

it's thousand yard stare summer

babe wake up...i need to tell you multiple thoughts that don't corelate at all that i had in the span of five minutes..

must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain

mind you i’m doing this shit while employed. never give up

"work in progress" is actually so misleading like it assumes that im actually making progress on my work

no worse feeling that going on some subculture fashion clothing website and seeing the size chart runs from extra small to petite to pequeño to microscopique. yeah here at DeathKillFuckShadow Fantastique Cloth Imaginations i think you’ll find that we see the world a bit difference… we have bleak brutal imaginations… what if blood and fangs were COOL… but we cannot in our most tortured imaginations picture a woman who has a stouter frame than the fucking Insulindian Phasmid

labubu was meant to be hanging off a kindergartners backpack filthy as fuck with no eyes left