semi-automatic lonely human

It's nice that loud noises don't stick to clothes like smells do. That would be really bad if they did.

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it

*sitting alone on my bed* *thinks “hm. i can’t keep living like this.”* *keeps living like this*

I wasn’t built to be employed. I need to stay up until 4 am like a normal person

must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain

at the club no drinks.in.fully stone cold sober: what if thsre was a secret city

Face twists with bravery as a chill runs through the air We have to find it.

We have to find it

What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day