angels on earth

"okay ❤️ yay ❤️" remains an unmatched response

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

Computer loves to be like "fuck! You sure you want to shut down? Youve got volume mixer open"

tuesday is practice for wednesday

One single spider has been descending from a very long thread all the way from the moon and will very soon, we hope, carefully touch down on earth.

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again