not a body of work, this is my body laid open

its everything is ok thursday today everything is ok

a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours

the power of hitting 'end task' on a glitchy program in task manager is intoxicating. i feel like an assassin. i feel like a tyrant. you don't want to work properly? begone. off with your head. i need to kill my apps with a guillotine

if there is one thing that tumblr has done to my texting it is the inclusion of arrows <- uses arrows basically anywhere <- loves arrows <- #myarrows

not enough fucked up little freak animals in the barbie movie. not enough busted ass capital-c Creatures. barbie god's™ mistakes.

sources say there are muscles in the back of my neck. and they want to kill me

having many trinkets and books is so cool and fun until you realize you have to dust them