the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.

who needs therapy when you have “listening to music at such a high volume that you keep getting headphone warnings”

steam repeatedly notifying you that a friend is booting up a game thats clearly not cooperating feels like ur sitting inside and someone outside keeps trying to rev up a lawnmower

tumblr is the website for if you're just someone's weird sister

they should make a sleep that feels like you’ve slept

crazy how much i could get done if i didn't have "doesn't want to do things" disorder

sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

"I asked ChatGPT" well I asked Rupert Giles and he sighed and took off his glasses and started cleaning them