jouska

'the mortifying ordeal of being known' what about the comforting joy of being understood

Because I will never be able to eat lava… (I pause to look pleadingly at a volcanologist, they sternly, subtly shake their head no. It is clear this is an old, ongoing argument.) …. my prevailing theory is it has a texture of very thick honey.

me abt to do my makeup

starting to think about happiness as something that could be attained every day instead of something you chase for years and years until the conditions are absolutely perfect

sometimes I read a post that makes me look at my phone like patrick bateman looks at the business card

i knew a surgeon and he once told me “nobodys insides look like how the textbooks say they will. you never know what you’re going to find in there once you open them up” and that was easily the most ominous thing anyone’s ever said to me