i would love to tell people I dreamt of them every time I did but I literally sleep on medication so I’m constantly dreaming of every single face or voice I’ve ever passed by.

But still in that fashion, I dreamt of you. I dreamt of us so close we could be called one. I dreamt of braver, better me. I dreamt of telling things I can hardly imagine to you. I dreamt of you. You were in my dream.

me irl

my brain works in mysterious ways in which I mean I’m cold and freezing and I think a text back would fix it

this could be us but ur playing

need to finally win the idgaf war and don’t let miserable people ruin my fun

judgmental ppl who have surrounded themselves w other judgmental bitches when they get judged too: 🤒🤒🤒

like babygirl this is your audience, you’re not getting a rough treatment you are reaping what you sowed.

summer plans

just saw another great poem’s poet is a marxist… live fast die young comrades do it best

people who get drunk and spent the next days talk about how wasted they were and what they did piss me off so badly like we’re not 13 anymore

food 4 thought

marx and kafka my joyous romantic horny boys… i love them.

i need a cat.

doing this fun new trend where I wake up everyday and count my miseries

someone needs to free kpop stans from the shackles of half white idols.

@khamenei count your days

its all about pdfs and epubs and pngs and mp3s at the end of the day