come on, kid

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

“what are you doing this weekend” i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios

An ancient letter G is my pet and it has a fever in its big eye

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

WE HAVE GOT TO START LOVING THE PROCESS MORE THAN THE PRODUCT AGAIN

hey bro last night was really fun, i felt my inner flower bloom in your presence. sadly the only butterfly species with a long enough proboscis went extinct long ago. but i saw you ate that fruit cup without cutlery so maybe not all hope is lost

bell hooks mentioned going through a time in her life where she was severely depressed and suicidal and how the only way she got through it was through changing her environment: She surrounded her home with buddhas of all colors, Audre Lorde’s A Litany for Survival facing her as she wakes up, and filling the space she saw everyday with reinforcing objects and meaningful books. She asks herself each day, “What are you going to do today to resist domination?” I also really liked it when she said that in order to move from pain to power, it is crucial to engage in “an active rewriting of our lives.”

i can tell when the edible starts to work when i start z-targeting shit irl

once these 15 million different stressful situations resolve themselves I’m gonna be so normal again. I can be normal and not exhausted