Anxie_teaz

the spirit is willing but the flesh is decaying while the mind is second-guessing and the soul is being chronically tired

some people are poetry books, some are the old photo albums found in the attic. But you....you are that tear stained math note of 2007 lying at 11 pm on the kitchen table, filled with bittersweet memories

dreamer of all trades, master of procracination

if I get through ONLY this week.... I'll reward myself by making me go through all of this again till the Capitalism takes me in my early 30s.

Red eyes and tired smiles

Experiencing the experience of slow death

the fact that 57 different me's exist in 1.5 kg of slimy muscley tube is beautiful in a ugly kinda way

dying in the ditch I dug dutifully

I'd be doom scrolling one moment and contemplate the existence of life and how there must be a single dust particle floating all alone in the vast voidless universe the next moment without getting a whiplash

It's not funny guys! It's only Tuesday and I'm one home chore away from killing everyone and myself

When I die can somebody give me accurate statistics of all the small things I've done in life like how many times I've been to a same place at the same time on different days, how many hours I've spent rereading my favourite books and how many times I've eaten pasta my whole life.

What'd you mean I'm free? I have to learn to speak 17 different languages, draw real-life portraits, write gut wrenching poems, master swordfighting, horse riding and archery all the while merging my bed and myself into just another furniture in my home

Fuck finding soulmates I wanna be a part of the queerest friend group working super niche and weird jobs in New York.

You ever have a favourite spot in ur home to unwind...u could be anywhere in the home and relaxing...but relaxing in THAT place is the only way to relax

You are a tease of spite to my peace of mind

A calm in the soul but an itch in the bones

I am a haunted bouquet of wilted flowers