a slightly organized clusterfuck

bumbo bee

Do you find my tired eyes hot?

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

this is perhaps evil but I can boost my mood in almost any situation by playing a game called "what was my mom doing at this age?" like rn for instance I'm sleepy because I had a 12 hour work day + stayed up late, and my stomach hurts a little from the enormous chimichanga I smashed for dinner, and my head hurts a little bit from the fat margaritas I had with the chimichanga. and it's like hmm, okay, not optimal, but when my mom was this age she had a 2.5 year old to deal with. can you fucking imagine. can't stay in bed decadently bemoaning your overindulgences because there's a goblin in the next room that's utterly dependent on you for food and hygiene and social needs and if you drop the ball you've fucked up a perfectly good person. and I'm pretty normal so shout out to her for keeping it together but god that couldn't be me, I like fucking around way too much.

what are they doing to my pizza ?

if tumblr goes down im going to the bar and arguing with a middle aged man about nothing in particular

Midsommar dir. Ari Aster | 2019

[gets a new mutual] i look forward to working with you

Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)

you gotta clock in and go piss, dont piss and then clock in. never surrender! steal company time forever

cute hamster 🐹🤓😇💞 or fierce tiger 🐯😎😈❤️‍🔥

'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

california rent is so bad i had to move into the giant spider crab tank at the monterey bay aquarium