trash

the thing about being an adult is every time you turn around some shit gotta be “renewed”. tags. licenses. passports. like i’m the same bitch doing the same shit

nooo don’t express serious emotions you’ve been designated “the funny one” aha

nooo don’t exist in a way that contradicts the one-dimensional version of you I’ve created in my head you’re so convenient aha

the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard

You are right but holy jesus mother of fuck

I will always be the dumb motherfucker who gives more than they get

I hope yall find someone who never gets enough of you.

i wont rest until ive complained about everything

my entire life is just an elaborate plan to get a cow to sleep with it’s head on my tummy

oh hey sorry I’ve been distant lately…. I’ve been really busy having a brain that is bad

adulthood is just telling yourself “and after i’ve done THAT i can finally relax” with increasing desperation

november is the thursday of months

november is like if you took october and december but instead of adding them together you subtracted them from each other

I have no idea what this means but I know it’s true on a gut level

If you’re one of those public speakers that say “Goodmorning….Oh come on we can do better than that, GOODMORNING” I automatically do not like you from that moment on.

too busy watering my own grass to check if yours is greener

real shit