This is a title.

honestly this feels more like an mcr concert night than the constant tiktok stream. 3 pixels of fuck you on the ground. this is way more like it

this is like when we got that 1 image of meta man and then nothing and were all scrambling on the dash together do yall remember that? good fucking times

obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.

Remember when books were affordable and fit in your pocket... And paperback cover art slapped.

Well thank god we finally got an answer for “Sting or Narsil?” 👀😆

“oh my bitch face never rests, thanks”