i’ve already read 3 books, watched atleast 15 movies, and sketched 5 project ideas in less than a week of being home.
is there really no one to hang out with here? suffocating, here.
i don’t get when rich people don’t do lots of drugs
suicide is harder in the suburbs
judging by the height of my window in relation to the ground
gimme weed and red wine. it’s christmas!