I Think That Burrowing Into My Blankets Like A Little Winter Rabbit Burrows Into Hills Of Snow Is Lovely

corona is spreading like butter on warm toast. stay inside. dont spread butter

i just gave my cat a little kiss onthe head And now he sounds like a motorcycle <3

ah to be famous.

to leave my home to watch people pour out of their own houses and follow behind me.

To be the leader of a procession of my fans, all moving in sync.

None of them smile. They follow along behind me eyes unnaturally wide. People ahead join our procession regardless of if they know me or not. Some try to run away screaming. No one gets very far.

Ah fame. The best way to summon an army... an army who’s purpose is unknown. All we bring is chaos.

just a thought.

im putting it in a box though.

my mind is moving on to other things

I’m done with the dwelling.

it was good for a time. but now i gotta go on

i think something i want most in the world is for someone to hate me.

Like absolutely despise me completely.

It would validate a lot of my feelings about myself while also maybe showing me how invalid they are.

I mean what i actually want most in the world is to be loved but

heh that’s a lot to ask for (it’s not i just can’t quite convince myself it’s not).

i crave a warm body. a gentle voice. and soft hands against my skin.

i am a miserable little me tonight

one day you’ll find me

strumming my guitar by the sound of the ocean,

warmth of family and friends around me

who knows

ive ascended to the third reality. this is good news

sometimes i just like to disappear for years on end. Others i can’t stand to be alone for even a moment.

sorta wish i could figure out why the hell each of those things happen.