my trusty steed insomnia

have you seen it it is unpredictably anywhere from 3 to 8 hours long it plays every night in the theatre of my brain critics love it audiences hate it there is no plot just many slow and disjointed scenes one after another such as the one wherein I eat six pieces of buttery toast in steady succession or the ones in which I decide to haphazardly trim my hair and then have a two hour bath beginning at 4:45 a.m.

plz can u go 2 halifax next

if i made these signs would u carry them for me, friends from bigger cities, and lure my fav bands to my lil city plz

seeing REAL GOOD art

i may have gone to a big thief concert last week and my heart may have gotten sweetly smashed to a pulp (in a realrealgood way)

twenty nine

this is an exaggeration; i’ve got way more than *one* dying houseplant