call me ishmael the way i am staring out at sea and trying to compartmentalize my emotions by hinging my self perception on an obsessive and unreachable goal instead of opening up to someone. and thinking about other men.
oh my god I just realized this is the year people will stop being born and stop aging and stop dying
1,000,000,000 OYSTERS TO FEED COMRADE MAMDANI’S NONBINARY NEW YORK HYPERCOMMUNE
my favorite time is lights out bedtime in jammies lay in bed and beat my OCs with metal bats for bedtime story in my brain
(via callisteios)
People only like posts about base level emotions like “love” and “suffering” unlike us who indulge in highly advanced emotions like “car alarm”
(via fairycosmos)
Your job is to crawl around on all fours through the aisles and scare all the customers
(via innerchildabortionclinic)
I have been nothing but elusive and difficult to you and this is how you treat me
me and my buddies are building a silk road between our houses to make trading of spices, tea and oils easier
(via fairycosmos)
it’s bullshit that being under this much stress has yet to awaken my latent psychic abilities