I love making myself something to eat after a nap. It makes me feel like a pathetic 27 year old who lives with his parents and games till three am. Perhaps he once had a dream of going into computers, but lost all interest during college. Now he is constantly "searching for a job". In reality he has not shed his pajama bottoms and hoodie or opened his blinds in months. He stinks of weed and his nose is stuffy all the time.
I'm convinced skeleton was written so Brian Sella could brag about how tall he is like okay buddy we get it you don't fit in the car
there is more to life than love and fucking others.
like having a cat andโ a cat. thatโs it actually.
Thought for the day: am I a manically depressed psychopath?
My playlist(I'm listening at 10 to 7am):
Stay alive (reprise)-From hamilton
In love with a creeper-Danny Gonzalez and Kurtis Conner
"๐๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐. ๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐๐๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ก๐ฉ๐." - tori spring, solitaire.
Had to share this gem from my twitter tl
They're best friends
You GUYS
Modern in trousers au where the "Game with sound and light" that Trina plays is just block blast or smth