zonnie

No you won’t ever be exactly the same again and that’s fine, actually.

I’m assuming you’re talking about the ‘died and came back different’ thing?

No, I’m talking about the mundane horror of existing as a human being.

"unreliable narrator" to you. i believe them

every time i make a silly joke i start sweating bullets thinking oh no now they'll all think i don't understand themes and narratives

Why is it that when you start eating eggs you also have to suffer a race against time before your brain decides to make eating eggs unbearable

“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at you when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection

bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else

What if... we were two ladies meeting at a ball in the older times... and we laughed and danced together until it was midnight and you had to go home.... and when you were getting into your carriage, i accidentally touched your ungloved hands.... and we couldn't help but exchange shy glances...