YOU MUST FIX YOUR HEART

passing in public makes me feel like white shrek

oh what's the point

warm sunshine. good food. smell of old book pages. cicadas shake outside my window. branches rustle. the sun and clouds relax above me. the blanket is soft against my skin. i keep forgetting this is all just here, whenever i want to remember it. i can feel any time i want.

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again

Do it fat and in jeans.

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

my dead wife. the ad free internet

You can tell a lot about a person by entering their mind palace and encountering their greatest fears and darkest hopes in a labyrinth reflective of their subconscious thoughts.