obsessed with the idea that beloved mcdonalds mascot grimace is an eldritch horror that possesses and murders people via milkshake
goes insane but in a cathartic kind of way
i got laid off today lmao
how was i ever meant to be heterosexual when florence welch is out there with the fluid grace of a wood nymph and the hypnotic voice of a siren
thinking about how i had a dream that florence and i were so deranged and in love that we tried to kill each other but in really complex and seductive ways and i just dont think a straight person could ever be capable of that
THERE ARE CHIMKEN
“pat your back and rub your belly” patting a toddlers back while writing is 10000 times harder and guarenteed to make you go insane
the day ethel cain makes a short film about preachers daughter featuring all the songs like how florence and the machine did with the odyssey is the day the girls and the gays are finally gonna snap
hate coming up with good lines in passing cause why can i randomly think “i do not exist to be looked upon lovingly” while taking a piss but it took me three years to come up with “he mused, looking amused” what the fuck
“ghosts headphones are for comms” ok i hear you but now you must hear me: hes autistic