I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

the thing is like men and men really cant be friends because the sex part does always get in the way like thats true. and i mean that like im actually dead serious about that

like have you ever seen two straight men attempt to be friends with each other but the gay sex they arent having is literally preventing them from the transformative healing power of friendship. this is real

i dont even mean this in a "they want to fuck each other" way (although many of them do and will never know it) i mean that like the fact that gay sex is even hypothetically possible between them makes it loom over their friendship like it genuinely haunts them that they could be having it. gay sex is the elephant in the room every time they attempt to be emotionally vulnerable with one another, every time they let a hug linger too long. they cannot address its existence and so there is always something in their way, preventing true connection. and that something is the gay sex. that they are not having. the elephant of gay sex

affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them

i understand the hip people who are like "experiences > things" but also to some extent it's like THINGS IS EXPERIENCES though. Things is the experience of getting the thing. fuck me you're making me sound like a scummy materialist and that's making me angry. I think my anger will force me out of the house to go and get a pack of cigarettes. which I will... [eyebrow raising to suggest I am making a profound point] experience.... smoking

they are poisoning us today with a thursday poison little do they know we’ve been through a few thursday poisonings so it won’t kill us just yet

we are in the midst of a friday ass thursday. keep your wits about you.

This is gonna be the phone in bed that saves me