Got A Major Pest Problem This Year Actually

guided meditation

imagine you're walking along a beach. the sand is soft under your feet, the sun is warm. you can smell the salty sea breeze. salty and a little... metallic? you trip over something squishy and look down to see me. i'm dead. solve my murder. idiot.

im feeling a connection between us tbh

a doordasher bringing mcdonalds to a group of four 25 year olds who have the exact same arrangement as the grandparents in willy wonka and the chocolate factory

ever since i was a little girl i wanted a clear-cut simple trauma so I could explain what was wrong with me

time for bed !

that onion headline that's like "whatever. the emo kids are all sitting on each other's lap" is their realest one yet