being the slave of a capitalism doesn't give me an opt out except handing out a resignation letter to god. faith is what keeps me sane... and this fanfic tracker prototype that i made connected via google sheets. i say fuck employment, this middle finger is for you [continues to ignore stacked tasks]

go diva go

never felt this jealous over a song im blaming the whatever planet retrograde rn

apparently i wasnt born in a dog year but instead a water rooster year? did some diggin and found out chinese new year fell on 10 feb man why must i be a kfc

gaslighting myself like an experienced manipulator with years of experience of a war veteran into believing i could do it (out of despite)

if this doesnt evoke the dying victorian woman on a sick bed in you i swear you need to get yourself check

if caffeine can block adenosine, you can block that mf too. send feet pics, get that bag and eat the rich

for my ride or die

to all indonesians, usually i only accept apologies in cash but giving us sheila on 7 concert in malaysia works too to maintain and sweeten our democratic relationship

good news: an employed diva for 8 months bad news: still an employed diva with lack of supplements and uncontrollable amount of rage

call me "little boy" and "fatman" because it feels like hiroshima and nagasaki all over again with all these bad coughs

my underrated palestinian baddie

when you have immune system of a fucking walnut, you'll be the exact depiction of a victorian on a sickbed. not as elegant as the illustrations, but think of the great stink. the smell of river thames back in 1800s.

you'll love what you hate because what comes after 7? yes ATE

the said dawg is an iguana. a darkweb version of a downsized fire breathing mythical creature but yet not related to iguanodon either. funny how it comes from the same category as megalosaurus except ones already a fossil and the other exists as a house pet. heck im not a fan of reptiles why do i even wanna pet it on the first place? curiosity, my friend.

you know why labrinth said un until huit? because he knows he ate this shit up

nepo babies do your thang tell labrinth he needs to get his ass back to the studio and save us because season 3 is shit without him

きみを呪う言葉がずっと喉の奥につかえてる "the words that curse you have been stuck in the back of my throat" this is their blue.

if matcha tastes like grass then im a cow. moo moo mothertrucker.

this one never dies. my one true anthem.