the author’s thinly veiled nothing #notwriting #straightupnotwritingit

why dont you make like a tree and feel the breeze and the sun and the changing of the seasons. and Grow

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning

when u look at 2017 and think “oh that’s only like 3 years ago” and it’s actually 12,000 years ago and everything is gone and everyone you know has been reduced to ash and the world is completely different

I WISH THINGS HAD TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY!!!!!!!!! goes to the supermarket

but actually genuinely why is the ant sad and leaving with a bindle

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

posting is a stress response

Omgggg they shouldve taken me out back and shot me 20 years ago

in the club getting psychosexual

reading a good interesting book after a horrible reading slump and suddenly you can feel the sun shining again and the sky is more beautiful than ever and birds are all singing songs to you