pros: it would most likely vastly improve my life in a multitude of ways
cons: might get scared
went to the depersonalization conference and i wasnt even there
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week
i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing
so i'm going to make a new jacket patch
I hope all of you find people who love you at your ruddest and worst
sorry for not responding to your texts sooner. i was busy trying to feel real
(This is a thought/vent poem! Aka, inspired by my own experiences)
Home.
"What is a place that you call home?"
I was asked some months ago.
To answer that inquiry I must determine
what counts as a home and what merely as a dwelling place?
Is a home somewhere you stay?
somewhere to live while you slowly decay?
Or is a home filled with laughter and joy?
With the newfound happiness of a fancy new toy?
If the answer is the latter, then what else can I say,
then "I don't think I call anywhere a home, either way."
For I don't hear laughter in either place.
I don't hear happiness no matter where I stay.
for whether I stay in the place my family owns
or the house they placed me in far down the road,
the only place that feels like home
is those fleeting moments I feel safe within a voice's tone.
But those belong to either place,
in fact, they don't really belong to any at all.
they belong to the people that live outside those houses' walls.
They belong to people who would answer if I called.
And so when someone asks me what place I call home,
I must simply tell them "There is no place I call home.
"my heart does not lie in one place or another,
"Rather it travels along with me wherever I discover,
"the closest friends someone could have."
And though this thought tears my soul
I must just understand that this is how it goes.
For a girl who finds no home within a place,
must reach for another's embrace.
burn out
Y'know I feel like people need to forgive themselves more for being kids
FUCK! MY TIME LOOP!!! :(
i actually think i'd do great in a time loop. this shit is awesome
wdym an average platonic bond cant be deep and meaningful do none of you remember the power of friendship
they call me "the guy who loves rocking back and forth" on account of how i love rocking back and forth
working hard at the sunk cost factory
girl help i’m starting over again for the 1000th time & i’m beginning to think that life is a never-ending cycle of starting over & i actually have to make peace with that in order to move forward
the real enemies to lovers plot was my arc in discovering how to love myself. it may have taken several years, but holy shit i think it worked
god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers
Good psychological horror got me kicking my feet and giggling
Kaveh Akbar, from “Personal Inventory: Fearless (Temporis Fila)”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf