all roads lead back to the loneliness i felt as a child

if i was good at oil painting i would never be online i’d just be doing oil painting and drugs and an all-smoothie diet for the sake of convenience. life could be a dream

The apple they fed to snow white wasnt poision at all it was just a red delicious

i was abandoned as a baby & raised by a wild pack of cigarettes

As a kid, I wasn’t allowed to touch the hot stove with my bare hands. But now I get to do it whenever I want

dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

the world is so inhospitable to quiet girls

its important to follow some accounts on here that post things that are completely above your pay grade. people with advanced esoteric educations or fields of study, people who have been hyperfixated on one really obscure historical subject for ten years etc. because you CAN gradually, through exposure alone, eventually brute force yourself a little smarter. ive done it many times. after a few months or years of silently reading their posts with total incomprehension you will suddenly understand just enough to start asking polite questions and then youre really on to something