snow after fire

sorry I can't hang out today, I'm partaking in a vivid mass hallucination of a 1973 mafia thriller by martin scorsese. Yeah it's gonna be all day

if she’s your girl why is she eyeing my incredible knife skills with such lust and admiration

having a crush as an adult is so embarrassing, like why am I kicking my feet and giggling instead of earning enough money to get the green sofa of my dreams

sorry i cant make it im drinking coffee. might even listen to some albums. yeah no its gonna be all day

my flatmate recently got her ears pierced and is rocking a set of simple studs with silver balls on the ends to keep them in place. today, she entered the kitchen and announced (unwisely) that she had to go to the tattoo shop as both her balls had fallen off. i would describe the atmosphere in the room at that moment as 'ecstatic'

opposite of dni. welcome to interact: oldest siblings, deranged fire signs, dishes girls, bottle blondes, brunettes who wear jeans, male pinterest users, dangly earrings wearers, tight black turtleneck wearers, nonbinary bisexuals, people who don’t pay for a single streaming service, people who wear socks to bed, girls who are just like their dad, cat lovers, bird lovers, raccoon lovers, soda haters, people who played water polo and soccer in high school, linguistics majors, if you can make that water droplet noise with your mouth, know how to do cool skateboard tricks, have 3 or more siblings, weird little girls who aren’t girls anymore, light yagami haters, virgo moons, people who are 6′5, hyperpop listeners, jimmy macelroy kinnies, amv makers, lonely women in their 20s, and people who weren’t allowed to watch spongebob as a kid

the urge to just lay down and let time pass you by forever. it’s called clinical depression

shakespeare wasn't lying that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow can creep in this petty pace from day to day