
shaped like a friend
i imagine getting my own place all the time and going down to the grocery store early in the morning before everyone else and to the coffee shop and having a really small place with wide windows and lots of plants and shelves of books and a tiny kitchen where i can make tea and noodles and a bed with a pile of blankets and just a place i can make uniquely my own or maybe a place i could share with someone but i just think about this place a lot idk
i one hundred per cent log onto this website and my brain disappears from my skull. i have no idea what i am saying or doing on here. if i look on my blog it appears to be entirely unfamiliar content curated by someone who happens to have very good taste

*drives up to the humane society and yells out my window* YEAH I’D LIKE A MEDIUM PEPSI