why.

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

wanna hang out [remembers it's rude to put expectations on people] it's cool if not [remembers people like to know they're wanted] but I'd really like it if you did [remembers selfishness is bad] we can do whatever you want though [remembers that handing someone a blank canvas isn't as effective as providing a suggestion to bounce ideas off of] like sucking each others fingers for example

i love fiction so much can we never be real again

i’ve been so well-behaved i deserve to light things on fire now

forgive me father for i am back on my bullshit

I have the most urgent need to be insufferably over-educated. Like i need to read literally every book ever written.

i lowkey carry within me an ancient sadness

I'm so fascinated by people who seem to believe that analyzing media is somehow taking the joy out of it. Like. Do you not enjoy thinking? Does taking stuff apart and figuring out how it works not give you a hit of dopamine? And you get mad when you see people having fun in this way? What a sad, miserable way to engage with the world.

choosing to ignore my weirdly symbolic dream because i have a lot going on rn already

when people my age make films about how depressing and lame it is to be doing nothing in your mid 20s im like well you just directed a movie so you cant possibly understand

tumblr is for putting your stuff somewhere that's not secret but also not for anyone particular to see so it's true neutral in a really nice way