i wish i was the moon tonight

life feels exactly like this now

everyone is always fighting and hurting each other. i will put an end to this through conquest and subjugation

one time in college i was in a creative writing class and this guy was holding up the critique with what i can only describe as like cinemasins dinging another student's writing. and at some point the professor said "the plot is the fork and the prose is the meal. you are critiquing the taste of the fork"

the cure to depression is going to the movies by yourself and getting a drink and popcorn

wait i just found out you can be nice to people and be their friend i thought we had to kill them all cause i was raised in a lab to be a living weapon

maybe progress could be linear if i try hard enough

t shirt that says I MISS EVERYONE I WAS EVER FLEETINGLY CLOSE TO SO MUCH THAT IT KILLS

What if you poked me in the chest and your finger broke through like you were cracking into a rotted plank of wood and dust came out and I just crumpled into nothing and my spores got into your nose

I would not hang out with you again that's for sure!

Well there you have it!

the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints