we have to go back

remember eating out? remember that

my dash is like. coronavirus. animal crossing. someone having a mental breakdown. half ironic gifsets of twilight

I love to be sleepy. I love dim lighting. I love cozy bedding. dozing off is the best feeling

looking for a group of 5 to 7 women who will sit on the floor and wail with me in grief

wash your hands before you go.........quarantine sadness

sir that’s my emotional support story that I’ve been working on for five years that still has no conceivable plot

Wait no this is the wrong dystopian future we were meant to be gay outlaws in a nuclear desert

give it a few weeks

This is what Week 2 of Quarantine looks like. Eff productivity.

do you ever wonder why stephanie meyer had the cullens live in a small town to preserve their “anonymity?” has she ever been to a small town??? small town people got nothing to do all day, other than to gossip and think about those weird people that live in the forest. if anything, they’re getting the opposite of anonymity. you want real anonymity? live in a big city. you could live next to someone for 5 years and never even learn their name. they’re up all night? they’re beautiful, looks like they had some crazy good plastic surgery? you never see them go outside? somehow hella fuckin rich? yeah. That’s LA

quarantine feels kinda like that area between christmas and new years where i have no idea what day of the week it is, or if i’m supposed to be going to work. AM and PM blend together. i’ve taken four naps in 10 hours. leftovers are my primary foodsource. got that weird sunday anxiety except it’s every day for the next 2 weeks

my unread books will never forgive me for this quarantine if I decide to still not read them