shut up and drink yer gin

I always assume the train will be so boring and I bring seven things to do but then I'm entranced by the wonderful window the entire time

"waste all your movement's goodwill demanding annoying symbolic concessions from normies then fail to achieve anything meaningful" - vladimir lenin, in his famous work What Is Not To Be Done

big year for letting time pass you by

what they don’t tell you is that the urge to just leave and start over somewhere far away only gets stronger the older you get

i have an insatiable hunger for connection and an inescapable urge to isolate myself from others and they play catch with my mortal soul like it’s some kind of bean bag or something

sorry for the mixed signals I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing mostly

what they don’t tell you is that sometimes you’ll want to leave, until you actually do. then all you’ll want is to go back

it’s a beautiful summer for disappearing