totakeofftheedge

my plan B for everything is to die before it happens

I’m not perfect but at least I’ve never sent a mean anon

there’s something about becoming older where everything feels finite. summer isn’t endless, love isn’t eternal. you move homes, your favorite boots fall apart, your dog dies. everything feels consuming and beautiful when it is believed to be eternal. now it is all precious. everything. and there is a melancholy that comes with it.

some of y’all have never been called ugly and it shows

Follow up to this horrid saga: AI lady made an offer under asking, I'm sure bc chat told her to 💖

hearing a beloved friend say the words 'can i be mean for a sec' is like watching an angel descend from the heavens and kiss you on the forehead

"I should be high for this." me in any situation

so full of love and rage, very yin & yang of me

I’m always a slut for libraries with beautiful architecture

Mutuals i wish i could smoke weed with