they should invent a coffee shop where not everyone working is ruthlessly hot bc i’m only ever there at 3pm looking like the way a dead vape tastes

guilty pleasures are a psyop collab by pitchfork.com and the catholic church to gatekeep The Good Shit

if i don’t profit from that abundance candle i bought at hi dez i am cooked

shit is so bleak lately i finally understand monogamy

insufflating that shit that makes you feel like eraserhead baby

at jack in the box eating curly fries talking to someone’s mom on hinge about bloodletting and being locked in a kennel while holly jolly christmas blares throughout the room