Art By Artem Chebokha

Holy shit where did all this hot chocolate come from

>hear frantic clicking and the sounds of exertion

>must be a rhythm game player

>genuinely impressed at the apm

>look outside

>crabs are pinching a man to death

girl ur such a vibe can i live inside ur ribcage

they just don't put gargoyles on roofs like they used to. buildings are so swagless these days

im like if there was someone who never knew what was happening or going on

reading old messages is really fucked up because you see things and you’re like i would not fucking say that

it's me boy, the medieval scribe speaking to you inside your brain. listen to me boy. draw in the margins of your notes instead of paying attention

bored (ignoring a ridiculous amount of tasks)

Imagine a ant