Stephen Hawking invites you to party for time travelers (which may have already happened)
The party will take place in 2009. Come as you are. No RSVP required.
Be there or be cubed.
First ever MC demos. #medicinecalf #zooanzoo #spritbear
So clammy. So shaky. So twisty in the brain and stomach. Too much noise. Also, fuck League of Legends.
SO MANY DAMN NOISES IN AND OUTSIDE OF MY BRAIN
My dad has two arms.
aaaaah. HARD left turn.
I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
boop boop boop boop
i didn’t realize i needed this on my blog until now.
I love the one who escaped
take one day at a time
everything else you can leave behind
only one thing at a time
anything more really hurts your mind
Miss this gurl.
This morning, the apartment below me was blaring some “music”. but all I could hear was BASS BASS BASS and it was shaking my walls and my whole bedframe. I started running on the floor like I was a 400 lb man on a treadmill, sipping on an eggnog milkshake. They hit their ceiling, my floor, yellin’ at me to STOP. I ran even harder. It was a fun game that I had made up and I was winning. It brought way too much satisfaction to hear them yell and hit the walls like a kid throwin’ a tantrum. I have weird moments like this everyday, where just small things people do make me want to tear my hair out and punch myself in the throat just to feel something that I AM CAUSING. I don’t even know if that makes sense. Now my roommate is listening to “In the Summertime” by Mungo Jerry on repeat. This is the sixth time through that damn song. I used to enjoy it, but not anymore. Now I just put on my headphones and plug in my multiple effects pedals and play something that I AM MAKING, I AM CAUSING. And it feels good. Feels good, man. I know two people here, and it feels good, I suppose.