alone we lose control

my aesthetic is the direct opposite of minimalism and its called clutterbitch

Y'all ever kill a bug and wonder if their mama is sittin up waiting for them to come home but they dead.

i wish i could just stop existing for a while

there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”

do u ever see a theory and ur like ‘nah the writers aren’t that clever’

I feel fundamentally dishonest using the phrase “low key” so often because inside my heart and soul I’m actually and unambiguously and inappropriately obsessively 100% full scale high key about literally everything I ever think and feel and look at.