trash

whoever is changing the pictures id just like to thank you very much

*sees moon* *remembers outer space* nice

not to be nsfw but I’d cry if someone kissed me on the cheek

im in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”

Its like the 80’s all over again, a remorseless madwoman runs the UK, a maniacal bastard runs the US, the world’s on the brink of nuclear war and all I want to do is listen to synthpop

star wars, ghostbusters, and mad max all pass the bechdel test now tho

that helps with the deja vu but tragically not the crushing fear of nuclear apocalypse

try the synthpop again

Things to look forward to : Other People’s Heartache 4 at the end of the year.