Don’t worry everyone, I have a plan to personally save journalism. I simply need to make a billion dollars and not be corrupted by my newfound wealth

2026

Out: baggy pants

In: forming a cult with your local woodland creatures

I need to put myself in spaces where I can grow and create

How do I get a job as Willy Wonka

I cannot wait to get all of the art out of my head

BBL DRIZZY 👏🏻👏🏻 BBL DRIZAAAAAYYY 👏🏻👏🏻 BBL DRIZZY 👏🏻👏🏻 BBL DRIZAAAAYYY 👏🏻👏🏻

when i worked at circle k we had to lock up the beers at night because they came to life once

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times“ is really hitting in my late 20s

when I don’t eat dairy my skin is clear, my chest isn’t phlegmy, my tummy doesn’t hurt…

But here’s the thing: cheese

Coming for my heart with a black shirt AND long sleeve? Gaaah

god i love writing, every time i come out of a depressive slump and realize this again it feels like i have been granted the mandate of heaven

I need to make a folder because I have probably a hundred from the decade I’ve had iCloud

Sometimes I feel I am a fraud, manufacturing my personality to suit the needs of others in order to feel some sense of social stability. It is up to metadata to remind me- no, child. You’ve always been you. You’ve always been this way. You’ve always saved images with the likeness of Peter Griffin