what’s happening? ...am i dead? is this my wake?

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

joy is a habit. just so u know.

One day you’ll sit in the sun and things won’t feel so bad

and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?

i hate when people talk to me like i’m an idiot just because i’m quiet sometimes

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

you start to understand why they invented the bed

playing stupid games but im really bad at them so im not even winning the stupid prizes