may the last two months of 2018 be filled with pleasant plot twists, spontaneous fun, and good vibes.
forever torn between wanting to be seen as pretty and absolutely hating the idea of anyone looking at me or thinking anything about me ever
a society that allows people to starve when there is food has failed. like. that’s it.
People arguing with this saying, “why do people deserve food for free???” is honestly just further proof of the failure.
the entire mood of 2018 has been, disappointed but not surprised.
concept: we wake up one day and nature has grown decades overnight. we can’t remember where the roads used to be. in some places the trees are so tall and thick we can barely see sky. the grass hasn’t been mowed in years. how quiet everything is now
