#latle

renzo nero was like “[in the depths of a psychotic episode] im so glad i found someone who matches my freak ^_^” and in the other room the someone in question is frantically trying to get as far away from him as possible

have a blank notebook you’ve never used? don’t throw it away! with lorelei and the laser eyes from simogo, you too can have your own personalized set of deranged, incomprehensible ramblings

imagine the sorriest wettest rat of a man comes to your door and he tries to lie to you about healing the condition that is destroying your life and he's such an obvious fraud but you feel sorry for him so you let him in even though he has smelly feet and he's only at your house to look for buried treasure same as everyone else. but then it turns out when you let him pretend to cure you you're able to find the metaphysical maze built by your problematic gay dad and the treasure's there and actually it was for you, this was always how it was going to end, is he even real? because you will go to the theatre and there masks will fall and all will be revealed (but not to him somehow) and your ascension will loom, you have no time, places in five! but at least you get to wear some sick shades while those strings net you up. please, hold me. and in the end it turns out you're not even dead anyway because someone won't forget you and since she needs help with other things she won't forget you figure you might as well guide her to her own truth. why is someone watching? how is someone watching? she's passed and now your memory is on fucking tumblr? happened to my friend renate