I need to go to the farmer's market and buy a jar of jam or perhaps a bar of handmade soap. It's the only thing that will curb my bloodlust.
making bad art and dressing weirdly and collecting random things and listening to silly music is actually so important
your honor, in my defense: who cares like omfggggggggg who cares???????????? like. come On
still being active on tumblr is camp
this post is gonna blow up even more when op deactivates
i'll outlive everything you love









