how do we come back from this?

I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers

tumblr is like an abandoned space station & you all are the thing in the vents

not me though. im girl with tanktop

the human body is an engineering marvel. I sneeze in bright light. if I dont get enough sunlight on my skin I get tired and sad and have to drink a lot of milk to fix it. standing too much hurts, but sitting too much also hurts. if I get a virus, my body will increase its temperature in an attempt to cook it, which also cooks my brain cells. toenails exist. I have to turn the radio down to see better when I drive. there are 17 genes dictating what my hair texture is, but it completely changes when the air is too humid. yawning is contagious. there are more species of bacteria living in my body than there are species of birds in the entire world. every few months I grievously injure my neck by "sleeping on it weird." it took seven million years of human evolution to form me, and now I'm afraid of phone calls.

can't believe we've all been here since we were 14 and now we're all 20000 years old

“well. plays the cards i’m given” has profoundly changed something in me. litany against wallowing in an unsatisfactory situation

I love being an animal I love that everything I am can only be because I am a recycled material sculpture sourced from the random but beautiful bullshit of planet earth