figtree

Y'all have no idea how shitty the wifi is in my gothic castle

pleasure is what this is all about. agony too. but they bleed into each other

Deleting social media platforms, disabling comments, disabling replies, deleting the ask button, not answering messages, not even opening the notification to read them, switching off all notifications, muting everything, blocking anyone with bad intentions, not receiving texts, not taking any calls and whatever you do don’t leave a voicemail after the tone; I am not accessible anymore, the only way to get to me is to write me a letter, a postcard, to come by my house or my workplace and hope I’m in, or to bump into me somewhere in the city at random and we can make plans we commit to on the spot.

i am so jaded. i feel like such a hater and not in a fun cool way i am repressing it in order to be good. i hate my phone and i hate the internet and what it has done to us. i want to go on a hike

Look. Look. I think the hardest thing about your twenties is the shift from getting shoved towards new frontiers of maturity by, like, puberty and education and the logistics of gaining independence, to you having to shove yourself. It’s a mental recalibration from “you grow up whether you like it or not” to “you can and should keep evolving, but now you have to choose it. And you have to choose it a half-dozen times a day in increasingly annoying ways. And this sucks but the reward is that you get to be a person in the world.”

dreamy sigh followed by agonized sobbing

underrated twin peaks line is the best and worst people are drawn to a dead dog and the rest just turn away