posterior cogitatio

Computer. Iris by the goo goo dolls. Loud enough to kill.

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

I think all computers should have cd slots and all phones should have headphone ports send tumble

the most annoying people are people who don't understand storytelling. they be like "oooo how convenient that this thing happened to the main character in the very beginning". yeah no shit. that's why the story begins here

"If this one things hadn't happened the main character wouldn't be so important" You mean the catalyst? If the catalyst of the plot didn't happen the plot wouldn't happen? Dude, that's fucking crazy. No, seriously, it's so crazy that in the book "What Happens After The Catalyst" the catalyst is the only reason the story takes place.

[girl who would like to take a break from being a person voice] yeah no I'm just a little tired today

Some of my favorite hobbies are counting my chickens before they hatch, putting all my eggs in one basket, crying over spilled milk, barking up the wrong tree, and above all, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results

The people in front of you at the post office are always the most insane creatures you didn’t know god could make whose one goal is to waste away the day. The people behind you at the post office are desperately trying to feel the warmth of human touch via your back

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

At the end of my rope and it keeps getting longer like some sort of clown handkerchief bit?

having a cat is so miraculous. this little guy wants to sleep in my bed with me and purr on my chest. it’s his favorite hobby. no one told him to do that he just Loves His Mommy

nevermind he’s extremely naughty and has terrorized multiple people this morning

Is that a valid argument in your pants or is it just a phallacy?

i feel so bad for little babies who can't drink red wine with cheese

the rammies. the repurcussy

when i say “girl” randomly as an interjection i’m speaking to the omnipresent all knowing being of Girl. asking her for mercy. taking girl’s name in vain

when i grow up i want to be myself