highkey tired

putting ketchup on fries is too permanent for me … i have to dip . i control the sauce

*Stumbles out of the video game shaking and covered in tears* it matters that the love was there 👍

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

Do you like the wheel of the sky

Well I like that it doesn't take 5 minutes to scroll past.

it's such bs that the whole guilt-ridden stoic self-sacrificing martyr thing doesn't work outside of fiction. repressing all your emotions and neglecting your physical wellbeing should make you god's most tragically beautiful morally unassailable little soldier of righteousness but all it does is give you bad skin and gastrointestinal problems

like what do you MEAN the number 1 sexiest character trait of all time is just kind of offputting and bad for you in real life. next you'll tell me smoking has consequences other than looking like a mysterious badass

I promise you haven't fucked up as badly as you think you have.

More cynical version of this: “Did you actually fuck it up or does someone have a vested interest in making it seem like you did?”

fundamentally vehemently disagree with the idea that the life to love ending is verso getting what he wants. he is so quick to hope again, however cautiously. half a victory and he's entertaining thoughts of a future in between the regularly scheduled existential crises. whatever he said, he wanted more than oblivion; it was just the last thing he thought he could still have.

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”