*opens Fortune Cookie* “you May Find Yourself, Living In A Shotgun Shack”

rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them

Lost woods + “In The Woods Somewhere” by Hozier

love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good

October can’t come soon enough

today, I give you:

tomorrow? ill probably give you the same thing

Hot hot hot hot chocolate

HEY WE GOT IT

oh so now that im more stressed and have less time theyre done being loud. good. as it should be

what do when your downstairs neighbors so obnoxiously loud that you worried they might be coked up on a Wednesday afternoon