i really am, from the bottom of my heart, an actual fucking idiot
How daring
Don’t worry, comrades, I’ll bust you outta there. To sustain you in the meantime, here is the tail off a lizard that I didn’t quite catch.
miss depression: *releases me for a quarter of a second*
me: wow. i feel so goo–
depression: Time’s Up Bitch.
Me: loves to lick the spoon after stirring brownie batter, doesn’t care about Sal Monella, whoever that is
Salvadore Monella 2 hours later

when people yell at retail workers/waitstaff/etc. for no reason
tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
house arrest is so funny to me. you commited crimes, stay home
STOP THIS

