I am everything. Because everything I’ve ever seen, heard, felt, and experienced has stayed with me.
But I am not Everything, merely part of it.
it’s like one big inbred fuckfest
design students can be so entitled n shit
what if there was a park with glitter in the floor of the paved walkways and really big mushrooms and at night there was bioluminescent stuff hanging from strings instead of street lights?
career goal right here
what happens when you realize your and your roommate’s boyfriend hate each other??