Nothing Is As It Seems

sorry for the mixed signals I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing mostly

your cat was an honor to see in the window

I do not want the ai overview. I want to read six wikipedia pages as god intended.

the smell of sleeping with the window open

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

you can post on tumblr even when you're trying to take a break from social media it literally doesn't count. it's like pepsi max, or pescatarianism

I really don't have much going on in my life, except the horrors, so when people ask me questions it feels like a test of some kind

MAKE CONCERTS CHEAP AGAIN

on the bright side, at least my crippling fear of abandonment will never leave me