my mind hand touched a hot memory stove

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

the thing about job searching is i see all these job postings and im like i dont wanna do any of this for any of you

if you’re gonna introduce me to something new you have to defeat my 7 evil ex hyperfixations

I hate in books when it’s like enemies to lovers and the person is like “he was so rude to me… gah I wish he wasn’t so stupid hot!!! I hate him!!!” It’s like when someone is mean to me their face instantly becomes ugly and their features haggard and they crumble into stone. Idk what the hell you guys are talking about

I’m going to unlearn shame *bursts into tears and beats my head against a brick wall*

hey has anyone found a way to act on your desires without opening yourself to failure

Imagine being a patient of Hannibal’s but you just received actual therapy and then took his advice and you’re thriving, but then it comes out that almost all his patients killed at least one person I’d start wondering what was so wrong with me that he didn’t try to harness the dark urges within me, why wasn’t I worth shaping into a furry killer or some unsettling little freak with psychosexual tendencies? I’d need extensive therapy after.

im not scared of my own desires. i sabotage myself to make sure i never get what i want for unrelated reasons.