So, the Demon Needs a Clown...

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

society has progressed past the need for "jacob elordi" and "timothee chalamet"

“no one is asking for open borders” i am actually

was so well-behaved the dentist let me put my fingers in his mouth too

Love when a cat puts all 25 pounds of their 9 pound body right on your soft internal organs.

formative years? aren’t they all?

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

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