Im Going Through It

guided meditation

imagine you're walking along a beach. the sand is soft under your feet, the sun is warm. you can smell the salty sea breeze. salty and a little... metallic? you trip over something squishy and look down to see me. i'm dead. solve my murder. idiot.

a doordasher bringing mcdonalds to a group of four 25 year olds who have the exact same arrangement as the grandparents in willy wonka and the chocolate factory

im feeling a connection between us tbh

Put your height in the tags

no seriously