woah

its september time to build a new life

"I can fix him" this "I can make him worse" that Pathetic. I can love him so much that it changes the course of the entire narrative.

recalling my insane former roommate who said their cat did things out of genuine emotion whereas my cat behaved performatively

Sorry if i was acting horny, i was horny

[text ID: as a child, i knew everything before others my age did, i learnt to read like the words had always been mine and i was just taking them back, like they belonged to me, i knew how the clouds worked and why bees died after one sting - i thought the world was something you could swallow. i don’t remember when i started falling behind, but suddenly i knew there were things i didn’t know that others did, and shame with its cheeks glowing red told me not to ask, so i didn’t, and listen: when you know this little about love, it feels like knowing nothing at all. outside my bed the sky is darkening, and here is what i know there are 117 million lakes in the world. i am lonely. 7 trillion nerves in the human body. i want to be touched. acacia trees can warn each other of danger. i don’t think i was meant for love, like how grass isn’t meant to grow tall or some insects aren’t meant to live long, simple as that, nothing to mourn over, but i mourn, still. end ID]

i exist to bask in sunshine and read books and be overdramatic about every single thing in my life that is all