wonderland

i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention

unlike most people I don't give into mindless consumerism [sees cute stuffed animal advertised online] Ooooh i'd like to have it with me every second of the day.

men aren't starting bands like they used to. kids need angsty music about hating their hometown not podcasts about how you're bitchless.

i <3 being in a state of non existence in my room

You stumble across my half-eaten corpse in the abandoned mineshaft, clutching the note that i used my last energy to write, but it's just a badly drawn picture of me and the monster holding hands with hearts all around it and the words "big dogy" are scrawled at the bottom.

The shapes that air makes are just so good

oh, the sweet irony of his death. designed for this life—yet never meant to endure it

What happened?

i dropped a goldfish cracker in the bathtub :(