skc #1 enjoyer

daily affirmations: no body hate you. everybody niceys

girl who's 2 drinks in: i love you i love you and i love youuu

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

money beyond ypur wildist dreams

one hundred and seventy dollars

so embarrassing when I like a mainstream song. i thought I was more fucked up than this

Get High And Notice Basslines

all my alters become walters when i pitch the baseball of success

it’s monday i’m in the labyrinth

it’s tuesday i’m in the evil lab

it’s wednesday i’m in the time loop

it’s thursday i’m in the medieval torture apparatus

🌸it’s friday i’m in love🌸

you watch a car commercial and the car is presented as a masculinity carapace and this idea persists as if we don’t all know that the car is actually a second womb and every arrival + subsequent exit from the vehicle is a rebirth — it’s obvious why straight men feel such an attachment, and doubly obvious why they don’t want you to know. the trained eye can locate the mother wound of every car driver within seconds.