We Are Golden.

me taking another pointless personality quiz to find out what type of moss i am: oh the audience in my head is gonna love this

girls writing poetry are always like “i fed my blood to the coyotes i reached inside of myself and tore out my own lungs” and i’m always like damn u good? Mood tho

lorde wrote an album about being a restless idealistic teenager desperate to get out and live life on her own terms and run wild and then she wrote a second album about what happens when you do get out and how messy and scary and lonely it can be and how much joy and regret and confusion can come from it

just got a weighted blanket fellas, i’ll keep you updated

update 1: heabvy

update 2: confy

hey. hey. hey! hey!!?!???!!! *knocks over your lamp* *smokes all of your weed* *dehydrates all of your food*

everyone fucking hates capitalism, and it pisses them off, but they dont know they hate capitalism, so they just complain about every issue individually as if its some series of unconnected phenomena with no root cause