pov u ditch ur brother’s funeral with ur best friend cuz it was way too overwhelming and you find out you suck at smoking
my shitposts just keep getting worse and worse
Ren: Elevator smell is so libidinous. Jonas: You are always using words Ren: Well they’re just sitting there.
alex or michael oxenfree 78!!!
[id: a drawing of alex from oxenfree, sitting with her head down and pulling michael’s jacket around her. the lyrics around her read “so i sit in the vacuum you left behind, and i sift through each phrase for an ember/for a spark that will light, cause i can't rewind, i unravel until i remember.” /end id]
but now you're a black hole / and i am left numb
from the loop of these memories / the loop of the
ren be like whoo!!! weed!!! I have a back pack!!! let's slap people actually!!! I am possessed!!! girl help!!! whoo!!!
After 2 weeks of multiple health screens and asking everyone to quarantine, I surprised my closest inner circle with a trip to a private island where we could pretend things were normal just for a brief moment in time.
i think about alex and clarissa SO much all the time. not even in a shippy sense (unless?) their whole history and dynamic just drives me bonkers
SO TRUE!!! i do definitely ship them as well though ajshfjshdj
but yea i literally Gotta write a fic about them theyre so so good. so much potential
oxenfree tumblr whats the ending you think is the best? not the good one but the best one