Where are we going?

it sure is fun being private and closed off but just once or twice i would like to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known without it being such a mortifying fucking ordeal

Watch your profanity

You guys realize you’re interacting with other human beings on here, right?

I just think that maybe some of you should be like, normal

and by that I mean that like. you need to realize there are boundaries with interactions with strangers

I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.

the window

what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes

That response is fucking Shakespearean.

it’s the punk version of giving flowers my dude

in 2O2O yall better feel the rain on ur skin! NO ONE ELSE can feel it for u. period

What if the new years ball descended and kept going and then it opened and showered the filthy new yorkers below with millions of assorted spiders and house centipedes

mom culture is asking you questions that you would not ever even know the answer to 

moms will ask you who killed jonbenet ramsey and then get mad when you don’t know 

I thought shark boy and lava girl was the most romantic thing in the world just cause at the end sharkboy touches her but she burns him so they walked down the beach holding pinkies instead. 6 year old me thought that was the height of romance

don’t be a bitch it is the height of romance

Don’t be overfamiliar. I do not know you and we aren’t friends, do not call me a bitch.