I grew tall to fill the void

must feel good as fuck to curse a prince for being rude to you while you were larping as an old woman for no reason

mind palace that was formerly a palace until the ruling family was killed mercilessly for its crimes. and now it's the thinking woman's socialist republic.

"bosch" doesn't sound like the name of a guy who'd make paintings like that. but when you add "hieronymus" to the mix it starts to make sense

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?

Aromanticism

I need to go to the farmer's market and buy a jar of jam or perhaps a bar of handmade soap. It's the only thing that will curb my bloodlust.

the procrastinator’s mind will invent distractions you’ve never conceived of in order to avoid tasks even a dog could do.

Anon bb come back i can change for you