Damn.

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

do not 10k me stop that

*clicks reblog* your old friend, the conses of your quences, sends their regards

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

"im tired of living through major historical events" is now "dear lord please let me witness a high profile political assassination in the next 1-2 years. amen"

every day I wake up and it’s fucking january

can you take my white ass to funkytown

nope. torture city again

come on

i think the time from 11pm to 3am should last longer

Capitalist propaganda is manifest.

i fuck heavily with art i can't understand

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to go missing

this is a terrible time to be alive *remembers the latter half of the 14th century* this is a not so good time to be alive

hey op how do you remember the latter half of the 14th century

not fondly. I do not recall it fondly.

there’s a decent amt of neurologists who’ve called the sleep schedules we’re obligated to be on despite flagrant conflict with our natural circadian rhythms “borderline torture” and the work hours we’re expected to put in despite the fact that the average person can only maintain maximal efficiency and focus for 3 hours at a time “nearly inhumane” and i think about that a lot