time is elastic

hello guys I’m sending this from my living room couch bc I was in my bed and my leg felt slightly pinched, so i absentmindedly went to scratch it, presuming there to be a mosquito bite, whereupon I swiftly felt something that wasn’t just my bedsheets, further pinching my leg as my hand frantically swiped at it and I jumped out of bed like a gunshot, throwing the covers down. I was too afraid to pull back the sheets, certain I would find the largest, hairiest, and most malicious spider with the sole purpose of increasing my paranoia, so I grabbed a shirt, my robe, my phone, and I fled to the living room. of course the living room is not much better for my paranoia, as there are a lot of windows and the likelihood of me looking through a window and seeing an outside face has now drastically increased. and of course in such an open space there are also surely many spiders. both of these things are true, but I know for a fact something unusual was under my sheets, something that possibly bit my leg, and I just have to hope it wasn’t something deadly, and I know for a fact there are spiders in my room, it’s too cluttered for there not to be. so you might think, wow they’re m being pretty overdramatic and the couch can’t be comfortable and they have work in 5 hours shouldn’t they go to bed. all of these things are true. still, I’m writing this from my couch

vacillator by ethel cain ending is spooky as hell the whole perverts album seems to be haunted wow

wait guys has anyone listened to ethel cain before??

everyone needs that one friend who’s really anal about whether it’s spiderman or spider-man