praise be to you

the cool night air clung to my skin, seeping into the loose threading of my clothing. the stars above softly sung out my name, each one begging for my undivided attention. the shadows of forgotten memories follow my every step, wishing for me to breathe life into them. I pause,  letting it all embrace me.

Hey bro this party is sick, you wanna go outside and smoke this j? We can talk about that sinking feeling… you know the one

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

not only is it okay, I think i'd like that very much, thank you.

The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think

No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Monstrous musk, hideous scents foreign to civilization. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

car conversations so good bc of removal of eye contact expectation. let us all learn from this

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to eroticize the strange and grotesque

Something so profoundly fucked up between the inverse ratio of shrinking middle class and ever increasing aggression of advertisement