artificial nocturne

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

every single person i know with mcas has told me to ask about that so i will bring it up with my rheumatologist next time i see him. but i think i have to go into the allergist and like eat walnuts in front of her to see what happens which honestly sounds funny as fuck

turns out my boss has mcas and told me to ask about mcas at my next appointment also fuck LMFAO STOP

i could smell your boytoy coming from down the road. Wretched little rotted morsel of a thing, may he fall to time and become carrion

the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good

currently explaining "chap hop" to a coworker. they weren't there. it feels like a hallucination

this godforsaken website is so white that i really should have foreseen real human bloggers shooting for chap hop in the big 2026