addiction gene

my brain every week: this object will save us. this routine will heal us. this flavor profile will finally complete the narrative

the desire to be dramatically pointed at across a crowded ballroom by someone whispering “there he is”

you carry that malice like a family heirloom

i offered you my most unserious self and you took me seriously. how could you.

i see. so the villain arc wasn’t a phase. it was a commitment.

I walked into a room and forgot why I was there, so I clapped politely and left. Thats diplomacy. Thats grace under pressure. I may have no memory but I do have manners.

nothing unites humanity more than the sheer rage you feel when you hold the door for someone and they dont say thank you. like sorry let me just unhold it. let me rewind time and let you struggle

Sometimes I open up too fast, like a bag of chips that tears down the side and suddenly everythings on the floor. But you seemed hungry so I panicked and offered you everything.

Sometimes I hear a word I’ve known all my life and suddenly it sounds fake. Like “elbow”? Be serious. That’s not a real word. Someone made that up at gunpoint.

staring blankly at the sun i should not be perceiving this much

I don't "overshare." it's called world-building SARAH.

you ever experience an emotion so powerful you just start pacing? like oh my god i gotta move around i gotta gesticulate wildly

i am not wrong per se, but the world simply isn’t ready for the way i am right.

crawls out from under your bed, hey. what are we talking about.

sometimes I look at an object and just accept that I will never know how it works. like sure. that’s a microwave. I will not be investigating further.

listen i do not make bad decisions. I create new, exciting scenarios to experience. Theres a nuance.