Average

when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written

This summer im actually gonna use my sewing machine (Its been in my closet for 3 years)

I am pathologically always speaking in a manner of jest

you spill dr pepper on the concrete and a single perfect rose pushes up out of a crack

i have big feelings about any dark cola

not now kitten pater patriae is saving the res publica

big fan of whatever the youth is doing to torment scientology buildings

10:00pm has no business being only half an hour after 9:30pm

locked the fuck out. distractionmaxxing

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning