satanvincent

and the prize for biggest quarantine mood goes to my neighbor from across the street who is blasting celine dion’s all by myself at 11 pm

i keep saying “it is what it is” but like what is it

if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it being the last line of the brokeback mountain novella is so crazy it makes me feel like my guts are falling out. if you can’t fix it you’ve got to stand it. jesus fucking christ

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

Man no one even remembers laptop in bed. It was laptop in bed for years. Now it's just phone in bed. Maybe tablet. But usually phone. So much has changed

girl, i specifically told you to put your records on

[one single bloodcurdling agonized scream] ok time to lock in

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

im ok i just need to see some sunlight shining on water

Can we have a day without like.....information

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

duuude is that a losing dog? *gets out my wallet*

doctor just prescribed me music really loud