i can do whatever i want in my own head (the beauty of romcoms)

sometimes i like to scroll through Pinterest mentally

but all the posts are my memories.

i imagine my life as a random vlog 

with only 5 views

my eyes are the low budget camera (i wear glasses) and i am the audience 

mark zucksberg cant get me up here (shove your copyright claims up your ass zuck-fuck) 

my mind is my palace and i scrub the floors frequently

the sink is leaking but its okay because there's a bucket. 

eyes may be the windows to the soul but i have curtains 

cringe culture is dead and i am allowed to feel joy 

(i slept too long)