and i eat men like air.


Grappling with the idea of temporal permanence, all the while the world is waiting to be saved on the next line.

Our young protagonist is a surprisingly genuine social justice advocate whose dedication to anthropology and sociology converts her naive excitement into bitter, aged acceptance day by day.

She enjoys finding a half smoked camel at the bottom of a pack, movies where the good guy gets ahead, stealing your pleather bomber jacket, and insomnia.

(i got 99 problems and they all bitches)


Is there anything a day of smoking can’t fix?

Nope.

Take that, world.  I’m going to ignore you and all your problems and drive around in my friend’s car—lolz @ losing my virginity to the straightest straight girl I know—and smoking all her weed for free.  And getting free coffee.  And coming home and cooking myself the best dinner and eating it.  And still being kinda stoned for America’s Got Talent.  And still kinda now.