for she had eyes and chose me

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself

So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow

it’s kinda fucked up that you’re only an age for a year. I didn’t know how to be 23 yet, let me try again

being on this website as it gets worse really makes me understand what it feels like to be a highly specialized species suffering under habitat destruction

Making the people you adore laugh is literally everything

no this is the hill YOU die on. because i’m gonna kill you for disagreeing with me

theres a big conspiracy theory going round that you can be horribly flawed and also genuinely loved. crazy if true

a hometown is a type of dead wife

i would burn down every journal factory just to click like on 1 more oversharing post from my mutual

Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday

phone in bed can range from comforting to mundane but phone in parked car will have you feeling like you've never done anything right in your entire life

nearly every group combat MMO i've played has had an 'everybody stack together on the marked player' mechanic so it's really charming to me that despite this, in every group instance this mechanic appears, and no matter how clearly you try to delineate the marker with an icon of inwards pointing arrows and a pile of people or so on, when players get any sort of marker over their head, their first reflex is always I need to run away from the pack and die alone in a cave now for the safety of everyone