Chat. I Am Making Mutuals.

Maybe all I needed was to walk around listening to fob, and smoking a joint. Then go to the park and shitpost on Tumblr from the swings.

This guy is my bestie.

Today I tried to dress like a character (because usually I’m dressed like a bum) so I’m wearing like wide leg jeans, this purple turtle neck, a little gold chain and a beige knit vest that hugs my girlies pretty nice, with my white cowgirl boots, an oversized green army jacket and my headphones. And I’m waiting at the train station and I see ANOTHER character coded person with tattoos all up their (pretty muscular) arms and neck, ripped jeans, bright colored shoes, that matched his headphones, and at least 3 layers very specifically exposed their tattoos, chains on their belt and just an outfit that radiates this persons vibe so distinctly. And we were both kinda bopping to our headphones on the platform and it made me feel very much like a cross over episode where two characters from different shows (Supergirl and Flash, or Hannah Montana and Wizards of Waverly Place, or Supernatural and Scooby Doo) meet and maybe the plots intersect, but maybe I’m just Jesse and he’s just Adam Sandler and Ganganam Style is playing in the background.

“I just want to be in love with a boy the way boys like boys and in love with a girl the way girls like girls but instead I’m here. Bitchless.”

Never let it be misunderstood the strength of medication side effects. Holy fuck.

You know what is a humbling experience? It being so cold that when you go out for your smoke the damn thing has to be relit every individual hit. Just so fucking brick out that it physically won’t stay lit. And I’m still out here trying. Still relighting. Metaphorical finger raised to the wind that’s cold enough to kill a person as I flick the clipper.

The AM radio propaganda I am hearing right now is actually terrifying. We are not being “ripped off by the entire world” sir. That would be the attempt for the party to make you feel nationalism a very dangerous mindset that costs millions of lives for someone’s ego and fanaticism.

iTs a RoMaN saLuTe… the bitch ain’t Roman. The bitch ain’t Roman, the bitch not from Rome, and bitch we ain’t in Rome.

-quoted from that one tiktok guy because tea

You ever open social media and just *cry

Chat, I’m leveling up in therapy. She sent me the suicide hotline number “just in case”