i wish i was made of what you are

[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish

why is it not socially acceptable to scream really loud

yo yo wait that reminds me of something really funny i saw once, hold on--(you watch me open my phone browser and manually and correctly type the entire url of a specific tumblr post)

I'd be unstoppable if I didn't have to worry about time or money or having a body

reading old messages is really fucked up because you see things and you’re like i would not fucking say that

i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre

Leitmotifs drive me insane, like I hear *repeated melody that has an association with a person, idea, or situation* and I go *tears up the fucking rug like a dog*

i do genuinely need to go on some sort of quest this year or i’m going to become evil for real