Blink

Instead I continue to open and close this site like a microwave.

my favorite childhood memory is having energy

gonna start wearing a tie just so i can periodically go to the bathroom to loosen it up and then dramatically look at myself in the mirror while resting against the sink and splashing cold water in my face then compose myself and go back to posting on tumblr

If your mind doesn’t turn me on then nothing else you have will.

Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”

deleting files is such a rush… freeing up disk space… oh baby

Do you ever get a wave of nostalgia for a hyperfixation that’s never coming back with the same sort of melancholy with which you mourn a lost childhood friend

Like “you consumed my every waking moment for six entire months, and now I haven’t thought about you in years…I miss that passion”

Notte d'inverno.