jason

whenever i close my eyes i hear the casket shutting over me so i can't be asleep for too long

i am more important that god will ever be but it's useless without the ability to give salvation

stuck on how the bible is a love story but never a romance because i can't imagine the main character ever loving me

when i die and im placed among the most miserable people on earth ill be wondering why im not as talented as they are

backstabbing isn't unnatural because how else do you explain heart attacks

PEOPLELOVE THAT I HATE MYSELF PEOPLE LOVE THAT I HATE MYSELF PEOPLE LOVE THAT I HATE MYSEL

i've (not) accepted that there is no salvation for me other than fighting my creator. how can you understand the pin sized world at your colossal figure? how can you claim to know the inner workings of an ant hill when you're only so human???????? how can you understand inhumanity if you're the pinnacle of serenity?????????????????

i've learned that my bones are insatiable and that i'll never really fully be full (say that 5 times) i will scarf down food and throw it back up and i will be ungrateful for the bowl my meal sits in

finding myself fall into a familiar rhythm. ttk ttk ttk , the door closes and slips against the floor in a loud grinding scream that slowly gets louder. steps pound against the wooden floor like if you exerted a even just little more power, it would crack and you'd fall into the depths of the earth. you're not happy here, mold is growing on the walls and spores fall like snowflakes into your hair like a childlike wish for mercy

and when im grateful for last night and scared for tomorrow, we can live in the gap between dawn and dusk and forget the high tides

put your hand on my skin and play each groove on my hip. it's a distasteful tune and i know you hate it but it's a hassle to untangle cords and take your headphones off