oh, my costis. oh, my friend.

man i could really go for like a ripe mango or a garlic bread grilled cheese with pesto and marinara or cocaine or gay sex or something rn

and you know what it's fine. it's whatever. i'd just like to feel like an actual adult human person every now and then

drinking a beer and eating a bag of hawkins cheezies fabriqué avec du real 🍁 cheddar fromage and entering into my Real Human Being au maladaptive daydreamscape. uh oh sisters! pass the metamucil and a prescription strength naproxen, it's gonna be a goofy one pour de vrai

the thing about my mom is that she can't really wrap her head around the concept of an insane mother bc her own mother is distinctly not insane. she's just like this all on her own <3

god loves you but not enough to save you etc

like it's kind of bad tbh