he drinke

HE DRINKE

but we are the same

Tokyo Story (東京物語), 1953. Dir. Yasujiro Ozu

things i think about a lot: snakes periscoping

some snoots primed for booping

me, dramatically sprawled out on the floor, eyeliner dripping: no one loves me… I deserve death

me, approximately 5 seconds later, on a skateboard with a caprisun and sunglasses: lmao that was wild anyway anyone wanna give me attention?

Murakami books

Male character: He kept to himself. He retreated to his inner world of math and numbers. He had a smoking habit. His brain had a bunch of delicate moving parts.

Female character: “I don’t give a damn what you think,” she uttered, nudging him gently in the testicles. Then, staring him dead in the eyes, without saying a word, she suddenly threw her head back, sending her hair whipping, and pulled a live rat from her vagina. The walls around them began to dissolve. He awoke suddenly in a cold sweat

THIS REALLY IS HIS BOOKS LMFAO

yeah this hits the nail on the head lol

i don’t think i’ve seen this around yet but this sums up how i feel about life right now. totally didn’t spend like an hour and half working on this lol.