i used to have a blog like you

we need to find the beating heart of The Job Market and we need to plunge a holy gleaming blade into it. its the only way to be free

just helped an old old man log into his outlook account and we succeeded and he said “young lady, go in peace. we have accomplished this mission.” what an electrifying way of speaking…

fuck everything. whats the media people ASSUME youre into. what are people surprised that you havent watched/played/whatever

What if everything gets better in 2016

screw bedtime 😈😈 tonight we are staying up until 9pm

I suffer from something that can only be described as "grim postmonitions;" upon succeeding at a dangerous task, such as walking up an icy set of slate stairs, my mind flashes with all the ways it could have gone wrong, e.g. slipping and cracking my skull on the masonry. I become inordinately distressed at these visions, as if they are distinct, imminent threats, despite the danger having already passed

it is actually so important to me to be alone at my house