to all sides only stars

fiction got off soooo lucky with dreams and hallucinations. imagine if the human brain didn't come with a built-in path to surreal imagery that could perfectly represent abstract themes and emotional truths through metaphor. we'd be so fucked man

We need like a month where nothing happens and there’s no repercussions we all just stay in bed and hibernate and nothing goes wrong

fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

Are you in love with me? Have you been in love with me? Will you be in love with me?

Unless he enters his own party dressed as some crazy fortune teller and puts on a whole show just to know if I find him hot or not I don't want to marry him sorry.

my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush

crazy insane that buck asked tommy to move into that loft with him in 8a and is now getting rid of that same loft in 8b to move into eddie’s house. one was an attempt to force love into existence. and the other was an actual act of love. and i think we all know which was which.