my world is empty without you

staying silly is all i got left like i got no money no prospects i’m a burden to my parents and i’m frightened

i’m haunted i’m unfuckable and i love you

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

fast car by tracy chapman isnt even a song thats God

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

I can smell the poison in my goblet but I lowkey don't even care anymore

there’s a friday ass vibe about this wednesday boys keep your wits about you

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

 i think we can be evil. as a treat

we?

we :)