magic is love and anger and sadness

forget everything you thought you knew about inchworms

now continue with your life

you used to be able to get a job just by circling a listing in a newspaper in red pen

i think even if someone lives there right now they should let you go into your childhood home like once a year just to check it out

snowstorm that makes you old

baby its old outside

i really cant age

baby its old outside

you know why blood is red? my favorite color. all my decision

It's crazy that I used to live without the saluting emoji

“our age of bronze is collapsing” is this beautiful random burst of monty python dialogue amidst the drudgery of nolan’s vision and i think it should win the first-ever oscar for best solitary line

[wringing my hands as i look out my window directly overlooking wall street, watching the sun rise on october 29, 1929] aw fuck it’s the great depression

something strange going on with my wip where nothing is happening because im not writing. does anyone know how to fix this

imagine that your favourite band was on a generational run of albums, putting out 10/10 after 10/10, four singles a year you'd bet money on becoming classics of the genre. now imagine that between every record they also released a full length album where they covered jingles from cereal commercials and songs by white youtube rappers about five nights at freddy's, and these releases got a hundred times the promotion and airplay as their normal stuff: that's what it feels like to enjoy magic the gathering

I think we should figure out what age we’re living in now so we can say how it’s collapsing to each other

Our age of plastics is collapsing

we all got that 1 friend that brings a sadomasochistic vibe 2 the hangout