The Spot

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

formative years? aren’t they all?

rock bottom but i have a shovel

called out :(

8 hours of decent sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a beautiful horse and i will never die'

love when ppl ask to see pics of my axolotl and are expecting something cute + pink + all smiles and instead with genuine fear in their eyes, and in their heart, say WHAT the fuck is that.

"Multiple leviathan-class lifeforms detected in the region. Are you sure whatever you're doing is worth it?"

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.