Another Sad Day Of Being A Slut In Theory But Not In Practice💔

there's a stage in sandwich consumption where it's falling to pieces & you're desperately cupping it in your hands & it's like this poor wounded animal that is covered in mustard & wants to die

I couldn't resist

the 17 y/o with 18+ dni in their bio and the 18 y/o with minors dni in their bio when their teacher puts them on the same group project

blood is so cool

“Call Me Maybe” with every other beat removed

Little Angel and their Sunshine Boy✨

He’s been gone for years

But so have you. The scent of his mint gum and cigarettes in the jacket you stole faded away a long time ago.

Someone introduces him to a podcast, laying in his bed at night, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, it makes him start to feel like a person again.

Making the podcast makes you feel like a person again too.

Neither of you know you’re less than ten miles apart, staring at your own star strewn ceilings, connected by a voice in the ether he no longer recognizes.

I thought it was interesting and kinda fun that I’m working on Caro’s story via The Mil-Liminal Podcast, and Sully’s story, Creaky (a graphic novel), at the same time, both are stories about life going on without each other, coming of age, and learning to exist around grief and loss. They have no idea how close they still are.