I Made Stew. It Was Awesome. I Love Potatoes.

things i’ll not call you a whore for:

sexual activity

how you dress

things i’ll call you a whore for:

stealing my food 

stealing my lemons

my cat likes you more than me

alright, ill bite. whats cum

would you still love me if i was rendered in increasingly abstract ways to imply my progressing sense of disconnection from humanity

Chat do we think we'll ever get more of The Town Whispers or am I gonna have to just keep relistening

I think sitting on the floor of the ocean for a few hours would fix me

Arthur: you know what, I think I want to read Oscar's letter now. I can die like this... thinking of him...

John, holding an incomprehensible pile of wet pulp: uh

i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing