“can we bring tankinis back!” “nooo please dont bring bell bottoms back!” why does ur personality and fashion choices rely on others approval

happy decade to the horrible beast i have wrought

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it

make ugly art. make bad art. make boring art. make meaningless art. make, make, make art.

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

i got jumped on google docs

hate my grandson. turned himninto a Beach Ball