no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

From is so funny because it's SO HORROR that it gets a bit silly, but then you have Harold Perrineau, one of the greatest actors of our time, putting his whole fucking pussy into it like he is in the prestigiest of dramas, and the combination is just the absolute tits. Great show.

hope tumblr lasts another 20 years so i can liveblog my midlife crisis