on a scale of “I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair” to “Cell Block Tango” how bad was your break up
it’s 4:20 you know what that means. time for the sun to go down. I hate winter
Life hack: conquer your fear of the dark by becoming the thing other people fear in the dark.
totalitarian dystopian future lit is like “what if the government got so powerful that all the bad stuff that’s already happening ALSO HAPPENED TO WHITE PEOPLE?”