more ghosts than people

i really like this thing where websites will have separate "log in" & "sign up" buttons and if you click "log in" it takes you to a sign-up screen anyway so you have to click "i already have an account" and then it will ask if you want to sign in with your facebook account or with instagram or linkedin or deviantart or whatever, and if you choose "username & password" it asks if you want to put in your username or use your thumbprint, and once you put your username & password it emails you a confirmation code, and once you put in the code it says "do you want to give us your phone number for future sign-ins? do you want to sign up for facial recognition? do you want to give us your bones? give us your fucking bones?

do you ever start writing a comment on the internet and then think “oh what the fuck am i going on about” and delete it

I also enjoy writing an entire paragraph, thinking "you know, I don't actually need to be involved in this conversation," and deleting it

love saying "question mark?" out loud when I'm talking about something i'm unsure of

Love when some stupid bullshit app i was forced to install for a singular purpose even though i knew i'd never use it again in my life has the audacity to send me a notification and remind me of its pathetic existence like You fool. had you kept silent, i might have allowed you to languish, forgotten, on the third page of my homescreen for another few months. but no, you simply couldn't resist. "☀️ Mornings are brighter with Zippadee! 😊✨" i'll shoot you like a dog

As cool as being corrupted would be, my spirit is lowkey indomitable and I have an automatic aversion to doing what people tell me to do

some words you can only spell on autopilot. once you stop to think about it you've already lost the fight

my summer plans consist of unclenching my jaw + forgiving myself

i understand why some people hate them but i do love video game achievements because im a sick bastard who likes it when the developers call me a good boy

the line between not going out as an act of self-care and not going out as a symptom of depression is but a gossamer thread

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.

and i don’t even like staying up this late i just do it

sure I have "problems" but a bagel would help. a bagel would help.