me: what’s up medusa
medusa: hey
me (turned to stone):

let's turn this fuckaas space into a fuckaas home

RIP Medusa, you would have loved Chatroulette

crying is my favorite defense mechanism. if ever you’re on the verge of crying find yourself inside a grocery store. everyone will leave you alone or you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for. also there’s food there, like, all of it