You all are so fucking lucky I got rejected from UChicago, the levels of pretention that would be coming off me would be unbearable

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

non-Euclidian being used to say something is lovecraftian and beyond human understanding is hilarious to me. Bro we live on a sphere.

deciding one day that you want to build a life for yourself is so scary. like damn I really want to live… I’m new to this. where do I even begin

The other day I met an accountant who also loved to play music, when I asked what he loved about his job he said it was the same as how he felt when he played an instrument, because both are numbers. I think its ok to love something so much that it permeates out from within you

i’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept

in many ways i am still my pretentious 14 year old self which is fine

sometimes you are not attracted to a man, you just want whatever pants he is wearing. please keep this in mind at all times. please remember sometimes you are envious of the sweater and you do not want to fuck the man. do this for me.

i am saying this with so much love. sometimes you will think you have a new illadvised crush or target of lust and you will need to sit back and go "what was i noticing just now" and the answer might just be that you thought the fingerless leather gloves were cool on their own and the guy was just there.

"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally

Being an evil doppelganger has to be so fucked up like imagine meeting a better version of yourself. Some chain of events going differently that led to "you" being a better person in a way you can never achieve. Personally I'd have no other option but to try and kill them

It's always "oh no my evil clone or twin or whatever is trying to kill me" and never How is my evil clone? Says a lot about society

It doesn’t happen like that. You don’t just wake up one day and find that everything has worked itself out. You must get out of bed, morning after morning, and make a conscious effort to control the circumstances of that given day. You must learn to handle your issues with grace because you respect what they are attempting to teach you. You must drown your insecurities slowly, one self-realization at a time. You must allow yourself to feel the fear bubbling just beneath your skin but you must never allow it the satisfaction of crippling you; grit your teeth and march on. You see, they never tell you how hard these things will be. This fight to reclaim yourself is not easy or straightforward but, my god, is it necessary.