i thought the earth remembered me

our age of blogs is collapsing

jealousy is just unprocessed grief and desire that lacks direction. face the pain and clarify the wish

crossfaded somewhere between "there has to be more to life than this" and "every mundane thing is beautiful when you're with people you love"

one day, i hope to be moved from your downloads folder into somewhere more deliberate

joy is a habit. just so u know.

on a similar note, working an office job has me thinking a lot abt the weird dissonance between the projected disembodied identity of the Professional and the reality of a person as like. an oozing sweating animal. like you think abt it enough and the whole building starts to feel like a lot of dogs wearing collared shirts

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.