NARRATIVE TELEPHONE REAL.

NARRATIVE TELEPHONE REAL.

i have no idea what passes for humor on this site anymore. i feel like i could say shit like "hey what's up guys i'm still trapped in this abandoned grain silo" and it'd get notes.

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

i love it when women walk the line between love and hate like a tightrope

Lesbians flirting with knives is such a niche.

And i like that a lot.

The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil

girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived