what if we kissed in the last stage of capitalism

what happened to the skeleton war, you guys used to love the skeleton war

We already have written our story, our destiny, in the art we forget.

My upstairs neighbors have officially gotten to the point where they're loud enough to wake me up. I'm happy homegirl is getting her back blown out but I wish both of them and that whole family would become severely allergic to movement. They're changing me. They're making me worse.

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nobody bitch about the tumblr checkmark this is the funniest shit staff has pulled in months and its absolutely contributing to the landlord-firing-gunshots-at-passing-cars vibe of the past week

One of my favorite things about kittens, and stop me if I've talked about this before, is that they just have no concept of how long a meow is. They just scream with their whole little body and that scream goes on and on and on. It never ends. An entire epoch in the length of a kitten scream. Kingdoms rise and fall and a kitten is still screaming. Where do they store the air? Where does it come from? They're so tiny and their meows are so big.

They store the SCREM in their primordial pouch, along with their secrets and ancient lore