“are You Okay?” No I’m Not Can We Please Change The Subject Before I Start Crying

tired of being a person. would much rather be an unidentifiable and nebulous entity that lives in the woods and may or may not be an omen of misfortune to come

All I do is sit in front of screens, have my silly little coffee and zone out of life 

My Place: Florence Welch

Imagine a brain chiropractor where they just *crunch* all better

Google photos messes up dates sometimes so now I have a rat from the year 5720 and a toad from the year 601

Me, listening to mildly haunting folk music in the woods as the crows watch me get in my feeling at 8am

you wanna fight huh? okay let's take this outside! the stars are so bright tonight. the moon looks so nice. hold my hand

Fuck gender except whatever tf Dr. Frank N. Furter had going on

Help the evil scientist who strapped me to the dissection table is definitely fruity and frustratingly attractive