*becomes a slime lord to casually melt out of conversation with overbearing coworker*
why am i so fixated on recreating this same scene a dozen times over instead of working on literally anything productive
excerpt from an older thing i abandoned cause it sucked
a piece I did for my friends’ zine (yet to be properly published) a little while ago.
more or less a manic ode to depressive episodes i think.
breakroom doodle nothings
a phase i went through,
excerpt from an older thing i needa finish
i just realized i totally misspelled ”immortalized”
oh well, it’s an old one
22 songs for caroline’s boyfriend
the call i got after her date with the psych major whose favorite lynch movie was dune