Just A Lari

haters see me and say christ what is that

Sir that’s my emotional support unrealistic romantic daydream

i know billie eilish grates on some people and that “wish you were gay” song never should have been written but it’s so refreshing to see a megapopular teen girl star whose aesthetic project is all about being physically repulsive and terrifying like we do actually need more of this

eerrrmmm… me escaping academia and living in italy w my tits out 24/7

no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life

haaaaate seeing rich ppl mansions that are so modern and minimal and severe like an art museum or smth…like hello ur in the perfect situation to build the coziest most ethereal home full of unique treasures and ultimate comfort. instead u buy beds and couches that look like they’re from roblox. anyways 

raise your hand if you are scared shitless about the future yet couldn’t care less at the same time

i don’t really wanna DO the work today I don’t really wanna do the work toDAY i don’t really wanna do ! the work ! today ! i don’t wanna do the WORK today

Treasured summer camp memory: standing on a stage while three dozen 10 year olds chanted, “Love the cronch! Love the cronch! Love the cronch!” as I ritualistically stepped on crunchy pine cones.

Another treasured summer camp memory: dozens of 11 year old boys running in circles around me changing “Summon the demon! Summon the demon! Summon the demon!” and then screeching and scattering when I dropped to all fours and crabwalked aggressively at them.

Another another treasured summer camp memory: telling an interactive story about Clown World, which was another dimension that was trying to eat our own, and how we had to go through the portal that had opened in the woods and close it from the inside to stop the clowns coming through. The kids were on high-alert to attack anyone in greasepaint.

Another another another treasured summer camp memory: waking the kids in the middle of the night to lead them to a field to stop an alien invasion by smashing open and eating a bunch of melons alien eggs, all while screaming maniacally.

Another another another another treasured summer camp memory: telling my campers I had an evil identical twin named [REDACTED PUN ON MY OWN NAME] who wanted nothing more than to ruin my life and discredit my name, so if I ever said anything uncool or unfunny, it was [REDACTED] impersonating me. Foolishly not realizing that every time I told a joke or tried to enforce a rule, a dozen children would shout, “It’s [REDACTED]! Get him!” and attack me.