The Cutest Of Them All

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

i survived a tuesday, and for what? wednesday? disgusting.

Today I encountered an especially pathetic Italian greyhound. His owner told me that a gust of wind once blew him into a lake.

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Seninle şöylee

You stopped saying goodnight and i stopped sleeping.

talking with my mother can be fascinating in a "Koko the gorilla has learned enough sign language to communicate the abstract concept of loneliness" kind of way. recently she hit me with "I didn't know you had insomnia, I just thought you always had trouble getting to sleep". and like, obviously that is bewildering nonsense, but what did it mean inside her brain before she let it out? the world may never know

I’m going to tie this into my old post about people who think “You don’t really have a mental illness. You’re just crazy.”

you don't have a problem [deserving of sympathy and support], you have a problem [deserving of censure and punishment]

Not to be incredibly vulgar and nasty or anything, but I’d like to close my eyes and rest my head in somebody’s lap while they run their fingers through my hair

i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera

an old drunk man told me to enjoy my life and have fun because I’m only 24 and I have so many years and so much life ahead of me and then he went “and you know what? in ten years when you’re 34 you’ll still be young and have your whole life ahead of you” and it was really comforting to me

emotional processing is so funny because sometimes you’ll be violently sobbing on your bedroom floor over something that happened 4 years ago and then you’ll just. get up and make coffee. and go to the grocery store. and take all this fundamental sadness for a walk. and ponder the cosmic experiences of humanity while eating a sandwich. and that’s healing.