Dylan C. Wack

Sexiest four words in all of human history? “Ninety minutes, no intermission.”

chicago, the woman you are

put me in a minimum security prison before you put me in another goddamned group text

a game of tag would fix me

Dansby's first walk-off as a Cub. ✅

white boy on the red line with infinite jest cracked open to the first thirty pages, where is he getting off this train and why is it belmont

people keep coming back for my endless charm and wit

it’s gonna be a donna summer

it’s haim weather in chicago

if pope leo excommunicates jd vance i will convert and become america’s most enthusiastic and empirically worst catholic

i wish someone would hold me the way the red line keeps holding between stations

it's 70 degrees and sunny in chicago

millers high life

i fear we are barreling towards an earnest cultural resurgence of the macarena

having the ELECTRIC experience of explaining to one of my friends that harry styles is not nonbinary, he just dresses poorly

she chek on my hov till i gun

found a reason to live (listening to donna summer on the bus)

it’s crazy how everyone in chicago is the hottest person alive

the heights if they were on drag race: call me wuther

there is no such thing as a geographical cure; because no matter how far you go, there they are (british people)

how’s your head