close your eyes for what you can't imagine

i hope my blog feels like you’re walking through a really well-curated museum except there’s this guy next to you who’s talking on the phone and saying really insane things and you just have to deal with that

I absolutely blame Facebook for this shift. Words cannot describe how freaking WEIRD it was in the mid-00s when there was suddenly this popular website where you were required to use your real, brickspace name and encouraged to post photos of yourself. Every single bit of Standard Internet Safety prior to then said that you should never ever ever do either of those.

mutuals if you don’t come into my render distance soon i am going to despawn

I saw someone spell it "whimsicle" today. Like popsicle

i chose to sever my connection with the divine by drinking diet coke

sometimes being a fan of something means not wanting them to make any more of it

The first two people to kiss, they kissed and then they liked it so much they did it again, And i can’t tall you what happenws next because im shy

The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it

It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.

tony soprano. i didnt say his name but he popped into your head didnt he