Me: *says The Vaguest Most Incoherent Shit Ever*

Nothing, I repeat nOTHING could ever replicate both the absolute chaos and unity created by Kahoot. But the question is, which kid are you?: The kid panicking over wifi signal? The kid going “bUT I CLICKED THE OTHER ONE”? The kid sighing in defeat? The kid screaming in pain? The kid shouting in joy? The kid who’s like “was I toooo fast? no. kashoot yourself bitch”? The kid who’s lost their soul to Kahoot? Every single one. You are and have been every single last one of these and if you say that you aren’t, you’re a fucking liar.

i’ve based my existential belief system on the egg story

funeral pyre // julien baker

So very much 2003, these Korg Electribes SX + MX

might seem like a harmless quirk but once you start typing in exclusively lowercase you can never capitalize anything again outside the designated midsentence Gay Emphasis Zones or anyone following you for longer than a week will think you’re about to commit murder

anyway don’t be a stranger

I’m a piece of shit but it’s fine

starting a conspiracy theory that julien and phoebe are the same person

does it make me a bad person if i go to church just to talk to people and try to learn something viewing it through the lens of metaphor and not through belief in the realness of a man in sky

might fuck around and read a 500 page physical published book in one sitting like it’s 2006 and I’m being bullied in middle school so I take refuge in the library and inhale books at a frightening speed that I have not been able to replicate since