The Beginning

are you “adaptable” or are you just willing to subject yourself to existing in low key background-level ambient misery

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

“This would be a pitiful grave” is now my new go-to when I’m sad or upset. God that’s fire

severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person

I am doing whatever the opposite of locked in is .

I am locked out. I am in the parking lot. The rain is coming.

my problem is if i enjoy something enough i will be nitpicking. i Will have things to say about where and how it failed. out of nothing but love straight from my heart. unfortunately this often makes me indistinguishable from a hater who has never experienced joy or kindness. such is the amateur critic's burden.

all of my favourite things are like beautiful racehorses that trip over their own feet a hundred times. but they get back up again. and goddamn, you should see them run.

too perverted for the normies not perverted enough for the real perverts how am i supposed to make it in this crazy world