In Another Universe, Me And My Friends Stay Teenagers For A Little While Longer

u know. funeral phoebe bridgers made me insane for extremely obvious reasons but specifically “last night i passed out in my car and woke up in my childhood bed. wishing i was someone else feeling sorry for myself then i remember someones kid is dead.” bc its just. the terrible self-loathing of being affected by crises when those crises are happening to other people. im not dead. i feel terrible because someone is dead, but it isn’t me. how to epitomize the horrible in betweenness of young adulthood. stifled by the constructs of childhood but wishing desperately for the security of it. the concentricity of personal crises and coming of age. and at the end of the of it all, someone’s kid is dead. and someone’s kid will always be dead. 

"why do you know that" i am curious about the world around me

Historians reading Homer’s Iliad:

santa deniers on science-mas eve hearing charles darwin evolving down the chimney

i finished a little life 💔💔💔

Laughing like idiots in bed together is a love language

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara