everything under control
i’m gonna miss music so much when i die. how will i discover new music. will my soul come back to earth from time to time to see what songs are playing. is there music on other planets. can i still make playlists
When I'm sad I think about the kitten gang. The gang wouldn't want me to be sad and I don't want to disappoint the gang. :)
HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO
someone get me to the doctor and someone call the nurse indeed!!
7 hours in procreate :)
If elfbars existed during the MySpace era, Gerard would’ve been posting shit like this
the most “cocomelon shit” i’ve ever experienced in my life was the time i was in calculus II and some girl in front of me was googling "assorted animals" and scrolling through pictures of clipart pigs and horses and shit on her laptop completely focused like it was her tax form
bloodshot eyes, knees to my chest, rocking back and forth in a corner muttering to myself "my babygirl my babygirl my babygirl" while clutching a photograph of a 60 year old man
men be like women don't have a sense of humour they don't laugh when I make them uncomfortable
sorry there are angels playing mahjong in your synaptic clefts. yeah they’re drinking mojitos in there
that’s why you’re always thinking about guts and blood and eating god and eating people and also why you’ve been touching blue and getting red from it by the way. i mean they slurred an apology when i confronted them about it but i don’t always trust their frantic whispering