i'm such an unholy mess of a girl

the part of adulthood that no one ever warns you about is the amount of surfaces you need to acquire to put your things and trinkets on

happy first day of pride everyone

Just came home from a dinner party with the friendgroup at which several people kept saying "Ask Pedro" or "Pedro will know" and I was terrified that they were referring to an AI like Claude but no, thank fuck, they were referring to a cardboard cutout of Pedro Pascal that someone left upstairs and who has been designated a kind of patron saint status in the household.

i like to believe that walt disney's soul is in fact trapped in his animatronic and he's kept there by the vengeful spirit of abraham lincoln who's put him in a fnaf ucn style hell where he's conscious of everything his animatronic does but can't stop it

its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"