the more i think about it, the worse a person i am. i wonder how many people would pull up to my funeral lol

contemplating deleting my neocities im so fucking done with everything ever. i so badly want to "go home" but "home" doesn't exist.

i miss comfort.

update: full on crashing out now

found an old pic i took of some plushies together im actually gonna crash out

i just remembered women unironically wear bras #dayruined

kissing ford prefect on his mentally ill little face

im like if ford prefect was addicted to caffeine instead of alcohol

piclog hurry up and let me in i have such banging drawings

warhammer i hardly know er

freaky ass uber driver needs to stay his ass inside. i think im gonna write a blog about this guy.

everything feels so stagnant. i wish school would start sooner

i am going to pioneer the field of sex toy piracy

in my twisted mind crazy frog is just a normal frog

im starting to think something might be diagnosably wrong with me

maybe i'll move to japan and become the worlds first latinx hikikomori. #representationmatters

I miss the past. It was soft and warm. Now it's cold and prickly. Bouba and kiki type shit.

you know its bad when you find yourself unironically relating to a smiths song

funko pop son or labubu daughter

it could be worse- you could be catholic