i miss when summers were normal and not literal hell

But I’m a creek. I’m a weird flow.

to all the books that i’ve read 1/3rd of

I feel like the executioner of my own botched beheading

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this

crazy how there are only 2 hours of doing things every day before you keel over and die. if this werent normal id be worried

grug hate two factor authentication. first grug have to remember password. then grug have to point out which cave painting has birds. now they want grug to hunt and gather new thing called numbers. grug won’t do it grug miss the bird paintings grug was getting pretty good at birds.

t shirt that says I PUT A NORMAL AMOUNT OF THOUGHT INTO STUFF

everyones gotta stop reblogging this bro they're gonna find it and get so mad they try to strangle me again

i get on here, talk to myself, reblog some shit & log off

I do not want the ai overview. I want to read six wikipedia pages as god intended.

all that and i havent killed myself yet i must really love this stupid fucking life

Plot twist: I actually don’t.