Sorry I moaned when you played that sick bass line it will happen again :/
[guy whose bedtime is approaching fast] I need to write one billion words right now. and draw everything that has ever existed.
literally so annoying to be going Through It in a deeply unserious way where like no one needs to be worried about me i’m gonna survive and things are gonna get better like they always do but right now at this very moment it feels like my soul has unmoored and started dissolving in my stomach and its killing me slowly and painfully but also i’m Fine
after further consideration i think this might just be how january is



