the stupidest thing about mental illness is the short half life of reassurances. like yes I know you reminded me yesterday that I'm not secretly toxic waste that everybody wants rid of but that was like 18 hours ago and I forgor

not naming names but some of you are so creative and talented it's an honor to have you in my phone

having a multi year long character obsession becomes like a abstract thought experiment at some point

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

is that song actually character-coded or is your brain a character-shaped hammer looking for lyrics to nail down somewhere

“nobody wants to work anymore” WRONG! bosses do not want to pay people appropriately for their labor

we need to be more bored. i used to be so creative in my spare time, now I'm just on my phone.

I am chronically online but not in a way that keeps me informed #mybubble

thought i saw a bug crawling on me but it turns out it wasnt a bug or even anything at all