ever since I was little I knew I wanted to dedicate my formative years to imagining fictional scenarios

this post is not about love or isolation or anything like that. this post is about how if you email your professors they will give you extensions on assignments, and if you do not email your professors they will not give you extensions on assignments. but it can be about those other things too

*pacing around in circles like a dog* it’s fine it’s fine it’s sssoooooo fine i’m normal

*pacing around in circles like a dog* it’s fine it’s fine it’s sssoooooo fine i’m normal

when elena ferrante said “there are people who leave and people who know how to be left” and when richard siken said “someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.” and when sally rooney wrote “if i told you where my car is right now, i don’t think i’d be able to leave, i think i would have to stay here just in case you changed your mind about everything” and when mikko harvey said “the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”and when karese burrows wrote “i have never seen a door that doesn’t look like you leaving. look at me writing this poem. even here i don’t mean anything i say. except that I still want you. that whatever is in me still loves you deeply. it is a light i can’t turn off. i clap my hands and nothing happens.” and when margarita karapanou said “i never expected you to actually finish anything. you were always leaving. i always picture you with a suitcase in your hand.”

I hate how 3 pm is so close to 2 pm so there's an illusion that there's still time left in the day to do things but in reality 3 pm is also close to 4 pm and if it's close to 4 pm you might as well just wait till tomorrow. <- can't argue against this by the way.

i hate when a poem is good. Fuck you for saying that for real

no you live in a society. i live alone in the city befriending houses and mourned when one of them was painted hideously yellow