This day is already going horribly and it’s 7:28 AM. These jeans make me look horrible, I had to wear this sweatshirt because my mom is fucking stupid, and I had no time to make my hair not disgusting. So this is a really cool day to say the least. I can’t not look completely disgusting and subhuman. I’m going to go home and drink bleach.I’m not even kidding I’ve never been simultaneously enraged and legitimately praying for death.
I was feeling lunarious and then I listened to a good song about grilled cheese and I feel like I’m existing on multiple dimensional planes rn.
―Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via sukmun)