i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

in a way i am my own dead wife

[suddenly very embarrassed about walking on my knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting] [realizing i know nothing about the soft animal of my body] um . does anyone know how to live a life not spent on their knees. asking for a friend.

"your life is yours to mold" oh nooooooooo oh no oh my god. oh fuck me. no. oh my god. oh im so fucked dude.

What if we were two horrid little beasts in a medieval illuminated manuscript

I am the first person in my bloodline to have a blog.

all i do anymore is display symptoms

ugh. forget everything i’ve ever said. unless you thought it was smart or funny in which case remember it forever

i’m in trenches you’ve never heard of

formative years? aren’t they all?

listening to the same album over and over is good for your health btw

i need (abruptly stops talking & stares at some random fixed point with a vacant expression)