I Need A Capri Sun And Then I Need To Be Shot

sometimes I wish I could blink audibly like SpongeBob

Circadian rhythm? No no, I said *Cicadian* Rhythm. I get a good night's sleep once every hundred years and spend the rest of my time screaming pointlessly

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

need it in my mouth and by "it" i mean a gun & a whisky bottle

I'm passing the blunt to all my weed smoking mutuals rn

a boyfriend is basically a guy you can just kind of chew on whenever

this is not even an internet persona i am just like this and i think thats even worse

When you hear a new song on the radio and you’re desperately trying to pick a notable phrase so you can google it later

go find what a fic of ur life would be tagged as on ao3