Baby, you’re stardust!

31 hours deep into the insomniac’s gambit and i tried to microwave a popsicle

31 hours deep into the insomniac’s gambit and i posted on the wrong blog again

When I moved to Europe I was like oh, I'll get to see the Northern Sky, what a novel experience. No you don't! There's no sky to see! It's for real crazy how good the skies are in like, Suburban Johannesburg.

I wish insomnia at least gave you more usable hours in the day instead of just more hours where you are stupid

at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.

omg guys happy bone swallowing august

say what u want about the manscaped ads I know they are shit, all of them but the “evil, sinister, malcontent, balls” one puts me into fucking hysterics actually

The whole photo is gold but I especially like that the automated feeder is taped to the fucking floor.

Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works