sorry dude can’t hang out I’m making up scenarios in my head. sorry no it’s gonna take up all my time.
ill be pushing 90 and still be a teenaged girl
all a girlie needs is to be surrounded by her trinkets and have ambient lighting and maybe an open window with a slight breeze
folding laundry i’ve procrastinated for weeks and regularly going “ohhh so that’s where that was”
rewiring my brain to post my stupid thoughts on tumblr again, instead of twitter/x
my parents keep canceling their streaming services. who am i gonna bum off of to watch max now???? do they even think of me, do they even love me?
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
"describe your symptoms" brother i have felt like this since i was 12 unrelentingly
All credits to the artist @schinako
i fucking hate when people on bikes drive in the road, until i remind myself that its actually the city’s fault for not adding a SINGLE bike lane anywhere in this stupid town
How amazing would it be to live next to the ocean, wake up every morning and go for a walk on the beach… this is kinda my dream, first thing u hear when u wake up is the ocean and last thing u hear when u go to sleep is the ocean, thats peaceful
i bet on losing dogs makes you think of ex-relationships and i think of my mom. we are not the same
Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs
