useless dump

“ Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? ”

— Charles Bukowski (The Post Office)

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

op are you okay

yes im married to her now

this is the kind of quality content I expect from the internet

Sula by Toni Morrison

Today is the mother witch Stevie Nicks birthday so here is a recording of dreams i took during a major thunder/hail storm

kinda depressed that the better half of my 20s will be spent wading through the immediate effects/aftermath of a global pandemic

Smoke Signals (2017), Phoebe Bridgers

WHY DO THEY BEHAVE LIKE AN ACTUAL COUPLE

JUN IS SO GOOD WITH CHILDREN 

I’m all of them