prophetic dreamer

nothing changes in the moment but when you look back everything is different naomi, 21

[faboth]

In another universe I was Elliott smith’s Camel Lights and he took me everywhere with him

[shypulse]

doctor sent me a text being like Your symptoms are Urgent we need to see you asap. anyways our next open appointment is in three weeks

[spelldealer]

whoops i forgot to do everything in the world

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“if i were you-” you’d collapse and burst into flames if you were me.

[smoqueen-deactivated20251108]

im not horny it’s something else entirely. really wish there was a word for it

[smoqueen-deactivated20251108]

i think i just want to run. Like i just want to run

[unification]

*torturing you* dude trust me, something really cool happens. you just have to reflect on it for a bit. i'm doing this because i want you to reach your full potential okay?

[humiliationvictim]

ok were doing a new challenge where no one makes fun of me

[serverr00m]

[inthemuckandthemire]

“the dollhouse” 2007, heather benning

[pjackk]

why u so damn weird dude

NO DICK 3 DAYS + BUNGRY AF

[neverwonderneverremember]

i can't eat breakfast because they stopped making good youtube videos

[crittaslink]

sorry to talk about their house again, but look at this, it's sickening. the fairy lights over the banister and the fake plant decorating the support beam. their shoes all arranged nicely on a shelf, the prints and photographs on their walls. especially the family photos that contain only themselves. why do they have such beautiful interior design taste.

[circusheart]

If I keep practicing I might even be a person soon

[feldfrog]

It’s just a joke dude. It doesn’t mean anything. Information has no coherent structure . Ideas don’t touch reality

[innerchildabortionclinic]

good morning everyone it's time to be tortured to insanity and then of course tortured for being insane

[girlgrimer]

Are we friends.... Are we cutes.... Are we yay....

[sweet-marie]

guys, if i do kill myself and never published any books or anything please copy all my best tumblr posts and arrange them into a deeply moving stream of consciousness narrative and submit it to the new yorker on my behalf. i feel like i can count on you. don't let my life and posting have been in vain