a cocktail of stardust and sadness

micro-dosing on therapy by smoking a blunt & listening to the tiny god inside my brain telling me to get a fucking grip

staring into the bathroom mirror gripping the sink and telling myself "you are not uniquely horrible you are literally just some guy"

Ah. 😐

when she says “ooo” I die

They aired this!!!

I can’t

I’m the cameraman disobeying blatant orders to cut in the name of catching the tea

Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.

did you do the thing with lying unconscious for 8 hours

you either say how you feel and fuck it up, or you say nothing and let it fuck you up instead

mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods of oregon and it’s foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread