y’all, cancel whatever intellectual activity you’re currently pretending to engage in because there are some new willem dafoe poses to investigate. (and recreate)
my relationship w my drafts folder is becoming concerning. there are complete essays, unnecessary observations, potential friendship applications, extremely specific complaints, and at least four tweets that made perfect sense at 2am but now read like evidence in a court case.
i need to talk something serious… so meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow and yeah, that’s all i wanna say for today.