international man of dude

*infested with reggaeton spirit* i want to party with girls world wide

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?

cities breaking down on a camels back

dino saurs were not scary monsters they were mamas with eggs and when they drank water they were like fuckk yessss waterrrr

omg finally

i’m going to blow up everything forever.

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

one sup of this will have you demanding the news

I looked the book up. the main character's name is Tookie De La Crème

there’s still idiots in my inbox asking if m this is real— yes it is.