it’s so difficult not being able to use milennial humor in a corporate setting. like i made a mistake today and i wanted to tell my supervisor it’s because i suffer from Dumb Bitch Disease, but do you think that would fly?? fuck no. i gotta say shit like, “sorry for the misunderstanding!” i can’t wait till the workforce is made up entirely of millennials and i can say “sorry i drank idiot juice for breakfast this morning” and my coworkers will be like “oh worm.”

I love quantum physics I love shoegaze I love men I love women I love soft cotton black coffee taxidermy Rothko white walls high ceilings bandaids chains leather scotch hands around my throat nicotine Kim Gordon hands in mine plums Camus silver civil disobedience tender questions long showers respect the small of my back Judith Butler genuity standing in the rain egg noodles ink in my skin being on top of you

I hate identity politics without intersectionality I hate commodification of romantic love I hate meeting the right people at the wrong time I hate Gibson’s zucchini fast drummers who aren’t tasteful milk broken fuses Varg from Burzum my posture addiction cod oblivious friends slow reception Pitchfork dishonest agendas my coworkers citrus scent self deprecating compliments intolerance insomnia civic disregard social elitism

Her eyes are purple

she’s albino! blue structural colouration + red blood vessels = purple (when well-lit)

the real question is how the fuck did persephone only manage to eat 6 pomegranate seeds. theyre like the fucking cocaine of fruit you cant eat just 6 singular seeds you have to pop handfuls upon handfuls into ur mouth at rapid speeds and then get sad cause you spent half an hour getting them out of the pomegranate and ate all of them in 5 minutes

are you ok

pomy granite