Who Am I To You

Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel

Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world

When Vermin just pops out and says "are you kiddin'?" And drags Mercy into the men's room? Peak comedy I swear

opening up tumblr and seeing supernatural trending is like looking out a window and seeing a cloud of smoke rising out of a major city

they need to make more study places for bitches who don't want to expose their back to an open room

Nothing fills me with rage quite like seeing "no overnight visitors" on an apartment advertisement, like, who the fuck do these random landlords think they are, to deny someone the ability to host a friend or a sibling for the night, to even feel comfortable dictating the terms of a paying tenant's sex life, like seriously fuck off all the way to hell

the masculine urge to cut the sleeves off of all my t shirts

too much self reflection is not a good thing honestly. go outside and plant a garden and then cook yourself a homemade dinner then mop the floors and change your sheets and take a hot shower then you won’t care so much

i want to eat a watermelon

Can you tell that I'm somewhat tired? I'm low-key falling asleep as I write this.