Im going thru that specific phase of adulthood where im holding on to what little sanity ive left by exhausting my amygdala for cheap dopamine hits so i can never judge gen x/older millennials for the childish things that make them happy bc this world rly sucks ur soul dry
Imagine make a wish foundation but for adults and somehow i end up in it just know im gonna wish for nicholas galitizine to fuck the life out of me until he gets me pregnant in his he-man fit
Everything whispers to me. The light, the shadows, the ceiling, the floor, air both still and flowing. The world is sentient and it talks to me.. that fucken bo's cold brew man
Somewhere in between trying to live my life and trying to run away from my crushes succumbing to the uvclub epidemic bc im not burning $100 to see u stroke ur cock bfr now