World’s Finest Rampaging Boars

I want to play Minecraft, watching the extinction of it.

evil therapist: to ground yourself, look around, name 5 things you can kill, and 4 things you can at least maim

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

dump your stupid boyfriend get your ass online and scroll past my post

you can gain a reputation for being good with money by just being kind of boring. i don't like alcohol i don't like weed i don't go on dates i don't travel i don't try new food and ive been playing the same video games for 5 years. and my savings? heh. well i just bought a new jacket #my jacket.

Kid me (who was OBSESSED with paper airplanes and kites) would have lost their god damn mind over this

masquerade (noun) - a lemonade made out of masks

We have this interesting situation where we basically no longer have privacy nor the expectation of privacy, but we also don't have community or meaningful connection with others, so we're all simultaneously both completely exposed and absolutely alone, and please understand that when I say this situation is "interesting", what I in fact mean is that it's "nightmarish and I wish I could wake up"