I don’t trust anyone. I’m a bad ass lone wolf *eats food someone else grew* *crosses bridge someone else designed and trusts it not to fall* *crosses street in front of 70000lb vehicle cuz there’s white lines on the ground telling it to yield*
Could this be the year I finally allow myself to get a culinary torch?
I love those winter hats with the ear flaps, they’re so expressive and they’ve got so many options for how to wear it. Such as:
how do you even conceptualize reading 52 books in a year. wrong with you. a book is a friend and youre killing it by reading it that fast
you got to read books slow as fuck like youre making out with them & moaning & shit and the book is like a girl or somehting. what was i talking about
you have to read them until they’re finished over and over and over and over and only stop to make art about it
oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you
hi everyone. does anybody else miss something they can never return to. anyone else being swallowed whole by grief. anyone else clinging to love as a life preserver