loved i not honor more

a broken link is a kind of dead wife

being at home makes me feel like ive entered a dense fog that steals my memories. when i live other places or go out im like wow yay i actually feel deeply purposeful in the world and i care about living and today ill do tasks! and here it feels like im lucky if i remember what i do or who i am. it’s not actually that bad at all and it could be so much worse i just feel like i had probably a solid 10 years of clinical depression here and it comes back to me

also im so hungry because i dont have a routine and i dont like eating this cant possibly help

Dogs serve as a kind of virtue eater for Americans to pour all of their kindness into without the risk of improving society or being nice to someone with any agency

im nonbinary in a way that doesnt really matter

i bet girls hated it in 1902 cuz you would constantly go on dates w guys who are working on an invention to present at the world fair

puts my uncomfortably wet hand on your shoulder. see here, gay boy- can i call you gay boy?