I’ve been waiting so long for this
reminder that andrew hussie is on the moon living in a moon palace and he’s never coming back
I kissed a ghost in my slumber. Her lips tasted of violet flowers and cinnamon cigarettes. We chased moths through darkened hallways that lead out into emerald fields. We climbed trees made of glass, and dove into oceans that reflected crystalline cityscapes. Her presence filled me with an ethereal warmth that remained with me for days after I awoke; and with it, the scent of violets and cinnamon that seemed to cling to me as if it were a memory.
tonight turned out better than any party we could have gone to anyway
suck it loser neeeeeeeeeeeerds
there was no party so it’s just going to be netflix and video games