a cult of sadness

i keep spending money. i should be killed

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.

lemon is so so so fucking good in sweet food and savory food and spicy food and salty food and drinks. she has it all

Whats up ladies i im several years behind

i could die of a jealousy disease one day soon and then everyone will be sorry

I think probably in hell when you lament your unending torment the little demons with pitchforks prod you and go "oh, you 'hate hell?' but you're IN hell!"