i think my hand and my brain just out of control
try and tell me this show isnt on acid sometimes
Via At the end there is only sadness
my sense of style is
“fuck im late”
“what is this”
“i love this shirt im gonna wear it for 2 weeks straight”
Back in my day, we didn’t have menu screens. When a movie ended it was replaced by a tranquil, bright blue screen that suddenly became screeching, demonic static if you didn’t turn off the TV in time.