my icarus

I hope you guys like…eventually live the life you want to live and I hope nothing haunts you for too long and I hope you’re all kind to yourselves

i’m am always overwhelmed with emotions for no reason my heart just goes off

those westerns finally make sense now. it’s like honey i’m going into town. i’ll pick up sugar, flour, beans, salt pork, bullets, and kerosene. do you want a bolt of calico? some maple syrup? i’m taking the wagon i’ll be back in three days

reminder that if you’re questioning your gender, “what do I want?” and “what will make me happy?” tend to be much more useful questions than “what am I, really?”

I might not have “brain cells” like classic authors and ancient philosophers but at least I respect women

what yall up thinking about?

how I will have nothing but meaningless, empty relationships for the rest of my life. how no one is genuine and everyone is fake. how empty I am. and how horny I am. how I wish things were different. how they’re not. wondering how we’ll end up.

them wings i got downstairs in the fridge