The folly of my haste mercilessly clear

It’s a tony soprano summer

What this means

some of the kindest people you’ll ever meet are blogging about blood and guts at 10 in the morning

i am being hunted by a persistence predator called the consequences of my actions

"I want him" not sexually not romantically but a secret third way (squeaky toy)

what do you mean you havent used mindfulness techniques to accept the state of the torture labyrinth as is yet. its like youre not even trying

#mynothing

can you put that thing on a leash?

Washing ashore must feel good as fuck

devastating: artist who has not practiced fundamentals enough to execute high concept idea eats shit

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

creates a porn sideblog and you look in there and its just pictures of fucked up stairs leading nowhere