Procrastination Station

having a mutual who’s a good artist literally feels like beyonce saw me at a supermarket and decided to make me her best friend

flaccid penis... it's chic, it's hip, it's the next big thing

it's the next thing

thinking about diatoms again

microscopic living stars made of glass that eat the sun. and they're all around us. in every body of water. glass sun-eating stars.

and you know. like oblongs and triangles and some other bullshit

gets corrupted and unsaveable like a text file

Baby sphinx trying to be like mama and waylaying travelers, but all its riddles are completely non-sensical like the ones a 1st grader would tell

my cherios spelled out my exact address this morning but like what the gudge ever i gobbled those honey nut freaks up and licked the bowl too

There’s something truly exquisite about stories where the real tragedy is the price you paid to stand on top of the world

Hollow victories … sacrificing your humanity on the altar of what you perceive to be the greater good … the loneliness of godhood … regret for the person you used to be … the realisation that there is no way back … *chef’s kiss*

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

i hope we all never have to hear about soccer ever the fuck again

it doesnt make sense that a penis would get bigger if yoiu jerk it off youre literally compressing it. go crumple a can rn and tell me its bigger im not buying this narrative

Okay So .. This is What Casual Misandry Looks Like Everybody

im trying to go pro if anyone has any tips