We are lucky, we are golden.

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

I love you guys but I think a lot of you are the kind of people who are susceptible to falling in with a cult.

You’re right. We should all band together under a trustworthy and influential leader who can keep us safe from outside threats

I know we are all like "people in caveman times would drill holes in their head to relieve headaches" andwe go oh that's so stupid that's so dumb but like. then I get a headache and I'm like.ooooh I get it I get it. Grug prepare the drill.

im just someones weird sister

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

“there’s an ai tool for that” okay ?? there’s probably an ed sheeran song for it too who gives a fuck

deepen the shadows bro. it'll be ok

i meant art-wise but if any dark sorcerers see this. you do you