"it's All In Your Head" Correct! Unfortunately I Am Also In There

When I say “I love this artist” I either know 5 of their songs that I play on repeat or I know their entire discography and you just have to guess which one it is

I want Michael the Distortion to meet Page Gerry. I want them to talk. I want Michael to gently touch his face and say, "What did she do to you?" And Gerry to stroke Michael's hand and say, "No worse than she did to you."

Drunk texting this drunk texting that, it’s a surprise if I even know WHERE my phone is when I get drunk enough to text people

"empowering women by sending katy perry to space for 2 minutes" shut the fuck up. samantha cristoforetti was the first female commander of the international space station and she became an astronaut because of star trek. and there is a real chance she is a kirk/spock shipper

The people who say shit like "I don't dream about labour" when asked about their dream job make me sad. It's not their fault and it's an obvious conclusion to come to in the environment that we live in, but they really do seem to make no difference between work, and being exploited. You do want to work, it is inherent human nature to want to do things, you just don't want to slave for shit wages while making profit for someone else.

If art wasn't an option and I didn't have to worry about being profitable, I know what I would be doing: Keep a little shop selling secondhand-thirdhand buttons and buckles.

Thrift shops and secondhand stores could dump (or sell, whatever) their unsold and unwanted goods to me, and I could spend all day going through the heaps and picking them apart, plucking the still-perfectly-good buttons, zippers and buckles out of discarded things with threadbare fabrics and sell them.

Probably also making those little trinket storage boxes out of hollowed-out books. By hollowing out books that nobody wanted or read.

Thought for the day:

What if, instead of making a wish to a shooting star, you ask it a question?

Hyperpop, metal and riot grrrl my beloved, just overstimulate me to a point where my brain gets quiet.

Just remembered the girl I never actually dated and I had our wedding planned and talked about our plans for having children

hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over