in dreams

*sends out email I've been putting off* ah finally :). ah that's a weight off my shoulders :). ah I can relax an-- *receives response to email* what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuckkkk

revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"

i have chronic fuck that old man disease and yes it’s incurable

I could have lived in peace (stayed warm in my bed) but my enemies (job that pays my bills) brought me war (e-mails i have to respond to)

an effective way i've found of processing anger provoked by petty annoyances and minor inconveniences is asking myself "would i be embarrassed to linger on as a revenant specter because i couldn't move past this" and if the answer is yes i get over it pretty quickly

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?