“its not you… it’s your music taste”
- friends: why are you single?
- me: have you seen my face?
i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and intelligence is that too much to ask for
dreams are really weird because you don’t question the reality of them at all. like you could be being chased by a giant banana mafia and the only thing on your mind is ‘fuck, we gotta get to a blender pronto’
hi hello if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today