THE PAST, OR MAYBE FICTION, OR MAYBE BOTH.

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

I spread pro glasses propaganda. Glasses are hot. Glasses are cool. Glasses will help you see boobs.

hey dude, idk how much you remember from the party last night but- yeah, everyone saw your want. yeah no it was pretty late and winding down so it was quiet enough that every single person there saw it throbbing and twitching in your chest and so wet with hunger it was glistening under the kitchen light. they said it looked like it was reaching for something

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

when it rains you simply do not get a day