There's creativity in chaos. And I plan on being an artist forever.

Just a little something to put the edge on

You & me, we stand for something.

Drank too much eggnog & got heart palpitations.

“Delighting in your freedom” is great until you realize that’s all you’ve got.

I know you wanted more from me, something I could never be. #CrushingGrief

That’s OK - I was thinkin’ about fucking myself anyway!

For the past 8 years (probably longer), I’ve essentially been a ball of crippling anxiety. Trying to balance loneliness & boredom. Losing track of what I actually want to do or be. Then I stare for too long. It sucks.

The fuck am I even doing anymore

If this is the type of shit you’re on these days, GTFO. Haley is supposedly one of the “reasonable” Republicans. I have IRL friends who think like this & I legit don’t give a shit to be around them ever again. It is their entire personality now.

80’s rock/hair metal is a lot like late 90’s wrestling - we remember all the hits but nostalgia blinds us to just how much was Absolut Trash

It ain’t easy - livin’ like a gypsy; Tell ya, honey, how I feel. I’ve been dreamin’, floatin’ down the steam; Losing touch with all that’s real.

Very few things could make my stupid heart happier right now

The challenges may change, but Ellie Goulding will always be my reason to keep goin’, bruh.

Body doubles? Draining the life-blood from whomever she’s dating? These conspiracy theories are just propaganda to distract us from the truth - the real fountain of youth.

I don’t just skip a show’s intro song. I fight for my damn life to ensure my ADHD brain doesn’t have to sit idle for more than one second.

Every once in a while, you smile so much that you cry.

Existentialism In A BG Bathroom

The perfect fall Saturday: Wake up without alarm Deep clean house Gym PSLs Buffalo Chicken Dip goes in OSU kicks off OSU up by 21 when dip comes out Start drinking pumpkin beers by 4 pm Planned event at 7 Unplanned event at 11 Finish Buffalo Chicken Dip at 3 Die happy

You’re at work while a centipede is prolly roaming around in your bed. And there’s nothing. You. Can. Do.

First person to make a sugar-free, oat milk pumpkin spice creamer gets full rights to my first born.