honorbound

i’ve always thought that there’s a wistful, almost melancholic tenor to the lyric “the club can’t even handle me right now,” as if, for a single, piercing instant, flo’s very soul had expanded far beyond the bounds of the club, and indeed, transcended the firmament itself

i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

if I were an English teacher I would print this out and put it onto the wall next to a "reading is poggers" poster

Every computer needs a cleaning keyboard mode where the keys are inactive while you wipe them down

Turn off the computer

unplug the keyboard

Wallow in filth

Dream about me

This was genuinely what it was like growing up in New Agey circles btw, my mum's friends would come round like "So I went out to the woods this weekend and fasted and meditated and I had a vision of the Sacred Stag and all my guardian angels and I asked them how to find love and they said that I need to focus on my own healing first and stop repeating cycles of the past" and then the very next week it'd be like "So I'm back with James again" girl..... the Sacred Stag could not have been more clear....