we can touch utopia

why only stan one group when you can be a k-pop whore like me

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

before there were blorbos there were little meow meows and before there were little meow meows there were cinnamon rolls

capitalism likes to act like it’s the big grown up who takes life seriously but the entire system is based on such laughably childish goals that a fucking 6th grader could tell you it’s unsustainable. trying to always beat your previous profit record is not only an obviously impossible goal, it shows a complete lack of forethought, and is also, completely pointless. it’s not the shrewd mindset of a master strategist, it’s the impulsive drive of an addict, always looking for a better high. its the kid who eats too much candy on halloween and gets sick. it’s childish and honestly just fucking dumb.

Your life is about to take a beautiful turn.