Cryptic Colors

Tell me I won’t park in front of a fucking brightline rn

Exceedingly comfortable with lying on my back vulnerable to feelings of despair instead of mitigating the problem. Evident down to this post

If I had a gun right now I’d kill myself no hesitation, now we’re getting dramatic

Why can’t I just be a 50 something white guy with a GI bill to rest my can shitting ass on idk man

I finished showering the other day and I look in the mirror and the towel I wipe my face with said “sage” on it. I’ve done shit to separate the thought since then but in that moment I really wanted to join him man he’s just a stupid dog and I’m just a stupid monkey in a world where we ensure survival is convoluted and hellish. But I wouldn’t know real hell in this life or the next I literally don’t know anything.

There has to be a way to still feel something that isn’t a hard drug bender

There’s always a taller fire outside of your pit

I always think joy is taken from me but then I hold onto it like a thimble

Yk what I just realized? This is my feelings pit, a dead tumblr page is where I can feel like I’m speaking aloud and also not fucking judged.