ghost in training

in another life i don’t escape and am a jane doe on the side of the road, unrecognizable with my dreams of being your child bride crushed by the reality of your violence

My brain for whatever reason just very easily bends around weird concepts. idk if it’s from reading surrealism so much or the adhd or being stuck on tumblr for too long or whatever but so often someone will be like “wow that is so weird how do they come up with that” and it’s just like pretty standard absurdist humor or something and I’m like idk they were probably just staring at a wall and wondered what would happen if you nailed a tomato to it don’t we all do that

seems like my dedication to my isolation isn’t going to save me. that’s crazyyyyy