imaginary people are so hot

i am but an old man and tumblr is my porch

do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me

That is what happens when you take the humanity out of a job.

When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.

nikki begging bear to kill her and all he does is ask whats so bad about being with him. one of the most nauseating scenes ive ever witnessed

complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich

every day it just concerns me how little compassion people have. no compassion for those living in the global south. no compassion for immigrants. no compassion for disabled ppl. no compassion for addicts. no compassion for prisoners. no compassion for children. like holy shit ...

never know what to do with myself when i finish watching a movie. i cant just go back to what i was doing before bro i just had my mind permanently altered by cinema. i should have movie aftercare i should be sitting with the directors having my needs tended to as i process what i just experienced.

My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed and haunted.