Persephone

i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.

it’s time for you to stay a memory

hello sluts please remember to stay hydrated and eat and charge ur vibrators and cut off people who don't deserve ur presence

we are all “difficult” sometimes. that doesn’t make you a problem or a burden or an inconvenience. it makes you a human being with feelings.

you don’t deserve this self hatred others have encouraged and instilled in you

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

if we are mutuals we will be reborn into the same cicada horde

i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease

late night reminder to self: your depressive episode will not last forever. it will have an end. tonight will not be the end of you.