Barbara Kruger, We Are Not What We Seem, (screen Print, Vinyl, Chassis), 1988 [M HKA Ensembles, Antwerpen.

I WANNA GO USE MY COMPUTER SO BAD I WANNA PLAY GAMES AHHHHHHHHHH

I WANT A BEDROOM FOR MYSELF SO BAD AHHHHHH

i still love my tiny, no privacy studio flat though🙃 and my roommate (my mom)

I'm dead scared

hate when people are like "trust your gut! listen to your intuition!" like okay well my gut is telling me every person i lay eyes on is hunting me for sport and my intuition is saying i should find a secluded cave and live there forever so what do you suggest i do with that information

There's something flying in circles close to my house, it keeps flashing red and green lights and it's not an airplane and doesn't look like a helicopter either, and its loud as hell, it's fucking two am and that little shit that may be a drone is flying around for 30 minutes and being loud as fuck and I have to work tomorrow. I hope whoever owns this shit have a fucking unpleasant day tomorrow and I wish their little loud toy breaks and rot in hell.

I'm so frustrated I can't play....I wanna do things at night so badd I'm a nocturnal creature

Doing things during the day other than cleaning and cooking/school/ work don't make sense to me, I wanna have fun at night.