Err..

"Most of what we call love is an attempt to escape being alone. We reach for lovers, ideologies, gurus, politics, substances, and screens not because we have learned how to love, but because we have not yet learned how to bear the experience of being a separate self. The tragedy is not that we seek connection; it is that, in our desperation, we mistake fusion, domination, submission, and anesthesia for love—and call the result intimacy."

grow the fuck up

(or the most escape-from-a-bruised-heart i've been) (that isn't doomscrolling)

like, thrash, or whatever

FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK

holed up in hannah's apartment while she's at a wedding in nashville. dim lights and herbie at 11pm make me feel kinship with a primitive form, warm cave and pulses of whatever. i can't put words to it. my therapist lives on a boat. i yearn for a cave. someday.

yeah yeah whatever

im so overdramatic "ooo ooo ooo babyyy"

dumb

ughhh