Hyperfixations, My Beloveds

ooo…. lady gagita

when life gives you lemons you squeeze them into your open wounds

when i add ........... to the end of my sentence im leaving room for curiosity. i'm encouraging you to get comfortable with the unknown.......

biting can communicate so many emotions. angry? one big bite. affectionate? lots of little bites. sad? chewing on something thoughtfully. happy? many chomps. what isn’t there to love about it

my dead wife. the ad free internet

watching dreamily recorded footage of a web forum from 2003

sorry i'm basic but i love the act of killing someone for the first time as a metaphor for sexual violence

loss of virginity as a social construct representing the loss of innocence, phallic weapons penetrating flesh and being withdrawn stained with blood, guilt manifesting as a feeling of uncleanliness that can't be washed away, the cultural associations of both your first kill and first sexual encounter with achieving manhood/maturity, hesitation or refusal to participate being met with coercion and mockery. you know what it is.

Sighs loudly and dramatically in a way that suggests I desire attention

who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction

Writing is really fun but sometimes I wish I could just inhabit the computer and imagine the words onto the page. but like not in an AI way, like in a "I want the words to sound as good on paper as they do in my head" way

in my little pony universe youd go to a job interview and theyd be like so how does your cutiemark reflect your dedication to this position. And every time youd have to spew some bullshit about how your cutiemark of two tennis rackets actually means youre a team player and good at multitasking and view the market like a playing field. or whatever. and you wouldnt even get the job

I love all my main characters equally. *closes closet door to hide the shrine to one character in particular*