when i'm 6 feet under and the bugs devour my flesh, all they'll taste is you

it's too early in the week for everything to feel like it's falling apart 🫩

digital rot 💿

that indistinct blue that paints the town moments before the sun rises

sleepy and sore and still hate mondays

i hate this project so much that it makes me want to quit 💀

perfect warmth yielded to teeth

jazz in the evenings

status.cafe was raptured

"losing the right to draw what you want is as serious as dying. please free your own pen."

this is why i keep running into the same old trap over and over again. ever so rarely, i get to be.

the illusion of separation

how sweet it used to be ☆

just want to be in bed daydreaming

remember me as a blur in the rear view mirror. was i even there?

nonchalance doesn't make you look cool at all btw

rot in hell charlie kirk

color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment

i've been obsessed with this radio station i discovered over the weekend. great music + no ads? count me in

the endless march of time is so fucking cruel