Oceloteeeeee

showing Rainbolt videos to my hairdresser to get that cowlick right

have had “Night comes in on wings, that explains.... things, that explains thiiings” in my head for days

look up! the sky is blue!!

the ersatz plucky positivity of this app is unsettling - BLUE SKY really?? worst genre of americanism

mumbling “swamp izzo000oo” in the nursing home in 2075 AD

There is a distinct hour when everyone in Berlin acquires the expressions of late Goyas

I wonder what makes the band behind the song dear god i hate myself so popular with berliners

has the blank, opiated orbs of a Tonitza

Everyone always talks about Picasso's final (pompous, overblown) “self-portrait facing death” etching from his late period, when clearly this insane, Kawaii, uwu button-eyed “young painter” he produced at the ripe age of 89 is superior

in 2018 I awoke from a nightmare that my then girlfriend (an anon) was secretly huge on Twitter, and had been microblogging every minute aspect of our relationship. This was the height of my own neurotic Twitter-derangement. I then saw it destroy the minds of everyone halfway smart I knew for a bit

Before