my mom: it’s really not good to eat past sunset me, whose circadian rhythms have aligned with a nearby raccoon’s: your rules don’t apply here

i like musicals but like……good musicals. like the barbie movies

when you message somebody and it says “seen” and they don’t reply

friendly reminder

i am suffering

since april fool’s day is tomorrow i would like to remind everyone that my entire existence is a massive joke

no offense but i dont know what you guys are talking about ½ the time. still love you though

some kid just skateboarded down my street crying

tv writers planning their next season knowing what their audiences like and fucking ignoring it 

young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care

me and my brain? two separate people. i don’t know her.

in my defense, i was left unattended

an aesthetic that will never go out of style: making others feel loved, needed, and important