grown man humping a wall for money…. capitalism im sorry i wasnt your mother

i feel such tenderness towards this individual i don’t know. it’s killing me to not know him.

i get a crush and im suddenly like i need to brush his hair and feed him apples or i’ll open up his chest and eat his heart raw

lord i am not one of your strongest soldiers why must i be cursed with bisexuality

pulp one of the best bands ever and no weird fandom like theres a reason for this

opening lenin’s wikipedia like its time for some light night readings

now whats all this about the red terror….

YOU ARE THE TRAIN I NEVER SHOULD’VE CAUGHT
YOU ARE THE CUT THAT MAKES ME HIDE MY FACE
YOU ARE THE PARTY THAT MAKES ME FEEL MY AGE

i don’t want a well dressed boyfriend i think men should have 3/4 shirts and 2 jeans in total

i need to do pottery again guys. i cant do this anymore

i keep thinking of the word “desire” like thats such a good word

sometimes all a girl has is his tumblr blog and 134 subscribers on telegram

the color brown is mother btw

at times i feel the need to explain obsessive compulsive disorder to people

teachers and professors and bosses… you must understand… you must

i love not having to explain my political opinions to ppl its so freeing

this is so me

there’s something actually poetic about elon musk saying twitter needs free speech and then the free speech is 8$ a month. like it sums up america’s modern societal problems so neatly you’d think its a joke

blood isn’t holy. bloodshed is a crime, there’s nothing beautiful about it, there’s nothing to be learned here except hey? don’t fucking kill people.