RAHHH

the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive

i have this deadly sickness called remembering

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

you are not immune to inventing an arbitrary set of rules that only you have to adhere to

this wouldn't be happening if i had a mentor that was deeply interested in me and my life and guided me with a firm hand even when i was overwhelmed. whatever.

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

thy mother

Art thou for fucking real

broke my routine so now i have to kill myself

Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

i havent done anything or been anyone ever

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved