wandered into the “beyond” part of this store and it’s fucked. bath soaps that make you dirtier. exfoliating cream phasing in and out of existence. my reflection in this mirror keeps flipping me off.
come to the urban outfitters grand opening. we got sweater vests, thick rim glasses, record players, icy hot, prune juice oh shit nevermind it’s just a retirement home
skills: making everything about me. literally everything. the moon landing was me. i did that.