d4dj has me in a vice grip

head over heels for my weaponmistress but also afflicted by dopamine blast. feeling like dj crazy beats over here

fuck my stupid baka life

feeding worthless thing the contents of a henry hoover

they call me mr. caught up on sleep on account of me being caught up on sleep

today was so eventful... saw cirque du soleil and now chilling at my sister's house

who up domesticating their creature?

when the hyperfocus hits and does NOT! STOP! HITTING! rip our sleep schedule

we wanna make stuff!!! we gotta make stuff!!!

But first I want to hear you yelling: "kill me, kill me, kill me!" Ha ha ha!

tonight’s bdsm theme is évariste galois in prison

for a brief moment it was snowing and kids were playing in the street and everything was real and true and pure and sweet

warmed by tonkotsu broth... perhaps i shall snouze comfortably

world's most cracked spotify playlist is the one i have made for my anime boy

crying huge anime tears about my favourite performance venue ending their tenancy with the building they're located in

japanese curry block is like jeb bush

caught a cold -_- trying to recover by resting so so much

i want to be able to describe it. being a part of something: the external reality finding its way into the internal consciousness.

let's raise our glasses to the sun in winter!

we're no longer alone so why don't you let go?