Petition To Make "nietzsche" A Standard Keysmash

Where I want to be:

-at home

-with you

-home

-in your arms

-at home

-you

-you're home

the best anti depressant for most people would be anti capitalism

So last year I became kinda obsessed with Walter Benjamin. I tend to like things in extreme ways, so the desire to own everything he ever wrote was kind of expected. I now own 15 books written by or about Walter Benjamin.

I think I won't stop buying them…

So I'm on a train rn and I'm really close to crying.

I've started having suicidal thoughts almost ten years ago. Even though I'm doing way better now, sometimes they're still there. One a few years ago I started thinking about the future. But never further than a couple of years?

The past few weeks I've been struggling again and maybe that's the reason why I'm so overwhelmed. I don't know where that thought came from but some part of me decided that I want to go on a end of September trip, in 2040.

Hi I miss my boyfriend

That's all I just want to cuddle :(

We're here! We're Queer! We want to go back to bed!

Imagine: You're leaning down a bit to kiss me. Our faces are coming closer and right before our lips meet I whisper "that's gay!"

That's actually what my boyfriend has to deal with and I don't even feel sorry

klaus: i am a GOOD person. i do NOT deserve to be mistaken as a HETEROSEXUAL. do NOT disrespect me like that

i really felt it when Oli said “why am i this way, stupid medicine not doing anything”

I really hate being alone because sometimes I get stuck in my head. I get lost in my mind. 'cause up there it's like a wicked maze with moving walls built out of my screaming and racing thoughts.

And I don't know if it's too quiet or too loud, if I feel a lot of emotions or nothing at all. Am I in pain or is everything just numb?

So I'm just falling down this downward spiral. And I want to scream. Want to ask for help. But every time I try and open my mouth no sound comes out. All I can do is reach out my hand, hoping you see it and catch me before I arrive at the end.

Down at the bottom, broken, shattered in pieces, dying inside. 'cause honestly I don't know if I can build myself all up again.