i should not be trusted with the ability to fantasize

we're running out of time to fuck it we ball....

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

i have the opposite of that “everyone is an npc” mentality people have embraced where i’m instead like. the person next to me in line has someone they can’t wait to go home to, the person picking up their mail has felt devastation before, everyone in this grocery store is doing their sunday shopping, maybe the person that just honked at me is having the worst day of their life, my neighbor has doctors appointments and favorite foods and a song they can’t stand to hear anymore… you are all fully realized complex people and that is overwhelming me on a spiritual level…

long sleeve got scrunched up while putting on jacket 3 dead 10 injured

bolcked. unfallowed.

🚫BOCKED🚫

i think it’s so funny that when someone deactivates tumblr puts the date they deactivated into their username like a fucking tombstone

every two minutes, i slip into an alternate reality where i live the life i yearn for 

welcome to n17, ange postecoglou (x)

ocean eyes

robbo and mo during this preseason

that's the test? my disappointment is immeasurable