i wanted the stars; now i just want space.

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

I hate that when you’re stressed enough your body just starts falling apart. I think it should realize you’re already stressed and don’t need that and start functioning better actually

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

holy shit have you evver tried this new substance called album in order

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

Actually the monkeys have unionised. That's their circus now.

"when i was your age, netflix came to our house in the mail" never gets old. they don't believe you, because they can't, because they cannot conceive the apparatus by which this would be true. but it is true. they mailed me season 1 of the sopranos with stamps. with fucking stamps man

I love artists where their art is just getting insanely good at one skill and then flexing.

I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

In this economy you'll be lucky to retire to your nickels

I have a confession to make... I thought the idea of wireless headphones like air pods were so so stupid when they first came out. But having owned wireless headphone pods with a case I have to admit that I do enjoy them quite a lot. But we should still eat the spleen of every person who lobbied to phase out the headphone jack in electronics

who are your parasocial enemies, like mine are andrew lloyd webber and butch hartman

never kill yourself. you have to fill your mutuals dash with shit they don't care about forever, okay?