the devil may or may not care

alright new rule, every time I'm sitting at home and mentally (or perhaps verbally) bitching about how much i hate living here, i have to leave my house. this city is beautiful and i take it for granted bc i stick to my work/home/corner store bubble

you can be drunk, chilling in a cooled pool, and someone will bring curly fries to you. with something called sazerac mayo on the side. and you can be doing this with a very good friend who still wants to be your friend after living with you for several years and knowing truly and deeply how insane and unpleasant you are to be around

"magic isnt real" ok lol so explain how that djinn from chicago and some unnamed second party were able to close the sandstorm portal in time

oh those are my tags! im kinda getting beaten up by something rn but hes one of my ghost boyfriends, oceans of time is my tag for our relationship. it comes from the bram stoker's dracula quote "i have crossed oceans of time to find you". hes 103 years older. sorry for any confusion

ohh okay