

Heathers is now my favorite movie, forever and ever, until I watch Pulp Fiction again.

I’m reblogging this for the second time.
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Memento Mori. Remember you will die.
My compter says it’s 4;37 pm, January 20th. My pocket watch says its 3’oclock of 1934, but it’s said that for a while now. My sundial and hourglass are in accordance that time, both conceptually and materially, has ceased to exist. I feel like it’s 50 years ago, but I’ve always had a 60’s soul. The points on the compasses and the clocks and the knives and the wings of those little things that fly keep spinning through my head, and the ticking of the metronomes covering my floor have blurred into a cacophany of little angel voices.

my mom totally just went outside to smoke
baby come back :’(
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So today, instead of being a good person, I bugged sombody’s locker.