Oh, well.

lowkey kinda hard to access my inner peace and serenity lately

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

yes i want things

nevermind #enlightenment

i’m hiding worse, more secret emotions behind my big and obvious ones

suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i have always yearned for someone to understand my soul.

i shed my old skin without preparing a new one first and it’s kind of really uncomfortable walking around with no skin

ran out of things to run to or away from. what now

my body is a machine that turns normal situations into psychological horror