to the woman watching the Toxic by Britney Spears music video with no headphones in the psychiatrists waiting room: you’re the only motherfucker in this room who can handle me
me on Ellen
Ellen: so I hear you’re a fan of the Precambrian
me: yeah!
*oxygen levels begin to plummet*
me: oh my god Ellen you didn’t
Seems legit
villain origin stories are so fucking funny. like oh i accidentally got lizard genes in my me guess i should get a sick hoverboard and fly around throwing bombs at people and screeching. my name is green goblin now. it’s the next logical step
thats a good point actually we’re all just a genetics lab accident away from cackling in the rooftops like nature intended
Video killed the radio star. Internet kills television. Internet creates the podcast. The internet killed video and brought the radio star back to life.
The radio star eats man, women inherit the earth
girls night girls night girls night
is that mariah
mitski could’ve ended the song after “my god i’m so lonely” and i still would have astral projected