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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one

it does not matter what kind of perverted or deranged bullshit you post on this website, some do-nothing fuck will tag it with "phineas and ferb"

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

There is something so inherently tragic about siblings cause like... they are the only ones who truly know how it was in your house growing up, why you are the way you are, just a deep understanding of it all. You spend your formative years closer than ever, so intertwined with each others lives, but then that ends, you move to different cities, grow up and apart and every time you see them you remember how it used to be

spin the wheel and assign an animal to prev

i love seeing tendons move under my skin and being reminded im an awesome meat puppet #mypuppet