It’s The End Of The World, Baby!

dead wife montage but it's a henchman reminiscing about da boss after he got put six feet under. picking flowers before hiding the bodies, wiping cocaine from your nose after a big night, that long drive down the beach to find the bookie who squealed. where did the days go

making up characters is so fun because you can be like “this is johnson he came from my mind” and all your friends will go “yippe!!! horray!!! we love johnson!!!”

I hate when I get two problems in a row. They’re all gonna think I’m making it up.

[Video description: a small crab stands on a coconut that floats past the camera while an instrumental version of What do you do with a drunken sailor plays. End description.]

On the way to the crab rave island btw

A writer's relationship with their own work goes: this is genius, this is garbage, this is genius, this is garbage, i should never have been born, okay actually this line is good

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

Every time I see a post about uwu 2014 Tumblr aesthetic I get a wave of TV static that washes through me. No I wasn’t posting aesthetic pictures of mud or Blurry Face. I was screaming about the bald guys from Dragon Age Inquisition and Fallout 4 just as I am today

it’s crazy how when you’re 11 you think wow nationalism is the root of all evil and war is despicable and religion is the opiate of the masses and misogyny is everywhere and climate change is our most dire threat. and you start to grow up and you think well surely it will become more nuanced to me, surely there must be a reason adults arent breaking down wailing in the streets due to the cruelty of this world. and then you become an adult and you think wow nationalism is the root of all evil and war is despicable and religion is the opiate of the masses and misogyny is everywhere and climate change is our most dire threat

likes your suicidal post and your horny post to let you know you don’t have to do either of those alone