but diesel is desire

i could get so much done in a day if i didnt decide my day was over at 4 pm. too bad theres no solution oh well

I must not kill myself killing myself is the myself killer . Dune

is that simple task bothering you queen

can i be honest to the obsessive skincare girls. you look the same. nothing is happening

Every night at eleven I have to choose between enjoying the sweet embrace of slumber or staying up late to do something enriching and fun that I wouldn’t otherwise have the opportunity to do. And every night at eleven I take the secret third option of “doing nothing on my phone until one in the morning.”

i'll sometimes worry like "oh god, am i really mellowing out politically with age? i can't be proving those conservative stooges right..." and then i talk politics with literally anyone who doesn't situate themselves in online circles that necessitate interacting with habitually angry and mentally ill insurrectionary maoist aspirant labor camps guards and it's like ohh, phew, i'm still insane

*me, literally sick with want* whatever