a portrait of the artist as a young fag

hollow ball of lead filled with mercury

if the pitcher busts this one out he plans on a line drive straight through the rubedo. the magnum opus, they call it. catchers usually signal for it by tenting their fingers in a triangle over their eyes. obvious move but hard to counter as most batters are unwilling to catch the ball in their mouth & achieve spiritual perfection and release from mortal suffering in a single instant

Hi

And I Need A Mommy Or I Die, That Will Be All.

that family who runs the local foreign cuisine restaurant you enjoy, they struggled a lot getting a visa to stay in your country. they had to wait for years, learn an entirely different language to be taken even a little serious, even then their accents were mocked. could you do it? move to an entirely different place with no proper money on you, learn an entirely different language and wait 10 years to be considered a citizen, a person? have your accent and personhood mocked as you do? you'd have to do it, if you woke up one day and your purchase power had fell by %400, only to fall further, if you woke up and your street, your home was bombed to pieces. that family wanted a better life for their kids, and they regularly have to see news of little kids like their own getting murdered by people of your country. do you think that's what they prefer? do you not think they maybe would've preferred to live in their homeland where thats not a worry, where they won't struggle with language, where all their family and friends were, where their children should've been safe, where they'd be considered human? but they had no choice, because your country and their allies ruined their country to pieces, bombed it, assaulted it, raped it. and here they are now, their "better" chance at a safer life being serving in the country of their assaulters and offering you a piece of the home they had to leave. they consier themselves among the lucky ones who weren't killed trying to come here, who could at least get a visa to be considered semi human. you should be kind to them, but don't think your kindness makes up for the tragedy

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

feels like im always recovering. when do i get to live

"it's okay to rest for as long as you need from burnout" how long is it actually going to take though. there's stuff i wanna do.

who up feelin unfit for any human relationship

*person whos never been loved voice* yeah its so cool when people tolerate my presence without making fun of me