we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything
you ever just like “wow that’s my voice? people listen to this clown on a daily basis?”
Edgar Allan Poe, Selected Letters
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wednesday night mood
How sad it is to crave something you can’t have.
this bitch empty
Norwegian cabin
i’ve driven past this house many times (its right off the main E6 thoroughfare from Oslo to Trondheim) and its funny to me that it’s on tumblr so much, always presented as like Traditional Norwegian Hut, Dream Home etc when it’s obviously just a dilapidated old shithouse with a fucking tree on the roof
me plugging my laptop in: eat these electrons you hungry bitch
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