I’m radically anti-romantic in the sense that I don’t ever want to give myself over to someone else’s whims again. I don’t want anyone’s comfort about my choices to matter more than mine. I can fall in love, but I cannot be contained. I cannot be coerced or controlled.

Writing is like showering but it’s also like Masturbating. You might not enjoy it but it brings you pleasure in theory and you feel super weird when you don’t do it enough and some people do it for fun without feeling guilty and they tend to feel more inspired to do it often. It’s one of those self-starting hobbies

Songs that make u feel the same way you do when a girl calls u strong

It’s so sudden and unexpected when you stop looking forward to things with excitement and start looking back on them with fondness. I don’t mean things in particular. I mean most things. When you’ve gotten out there and done all the cool stuff you couldn’t wait to do before. What’s left to pursue? Supply dwindles and you start to feel apprehensive; you’re getting older and that means you’re slowly becoming a different person and it’s going to hit you all at once one day that you’re nothing like you were right now. But it’s not a bad thing. As imagination dwindles, memories expand. There’s always something to look to, back or forward.

My male confidence had a 9 month gestation period

Bass drop buildup that’s just the word Autism to a pulsating beat with a gradually increasing tempo

So what if no one relates to my art? This is my life and it means so much to me. I feel represented. It’s interesting to me.

Plurality story explained by a case of demon possession? Horror trappings with humor center.