bus is my friend. shes no train but shes trying her hardest in a world that hates her

your mom is a baked potato your dad's dumb ass is asparagus and you are a god damn green bean

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

Humans evolved cuteness aggression as a trait because cute things deserve to die

let's all have fun because it's better than not having fun

being myself performatively

feeling pretty dissociative and alienated from personhood rn if any bad bitches want to exploit me as a living weapon

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed