melancholy

well the eagle eats my liver every day around 3pm, but otherwise i can meet when it best suits your schedule!

childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive

i'm a simple girl: i see sunlight on the water, i find god

i hear the laugh of someone i love, i find god. the setting sun fills my room, i find god. i eat fresh strawberries off the vine, i find god. someone rests their head on my shoulder, i find god.

↖ now knows how joan of arc felt

im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains

why is wanting and needing things so humiliating like yes i do need a hug so what whatever die kys dont look at me i hope you blow up youre nothing leave me alone

they should make a version of my life where everything didn't go horribly wrong when I was 14

lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it

now this may be harsh but i think that if you seriously treat allegorical or abstracted narratives or thought experiments like the trolley problem or orpheus and eurydice as if they are Real Situations you can come up with a Practical Solution to then you should be exiled to a second, colder siberia called Megasiberia that ill have built in outer space specifically for people who do this