Wyoming is not a real place
Fucking mood but in all fairness they don’t seem to be any happier for it. We are all doing our best to convalesce under late stage capitalism in a colonial hellscape babey.
i wish i was a cishet guy so that i could start a podcast and go to the gym and allow that to fulfill me spiritually. but instead i have these visions
I don’t care for vampire vegetarianism. It feels like an awfully strange thing to desire demons just to defang them.
It’s mornings like this I wish I was a smoker.
Alas, another plot of indulgence spoiled by shit lungs.
It’s post random shit on tumblr hours.
I’d apologize but why would I?
Are you a stayer or a goer? Figure it out.
There’s no wrong choice, but it is a choice. Don’t waffle in the moment whether you should stick something out, or bail at the first chance.
My friend Cat stays. She likes the stability, likes working things out.
I’m a runner. First whiff of something wrong and I’m gone.
I’ve wished I didn’t have to run away from things. Work, friends, school. I was running away from home long before I recognized that’s what I was doing.
I’ve never regretted running away, though. I’ve always regretting staying too long.
Reason 1 to finish your manuscript:
You can’t read fanfiction of your work unless you, actually, y’know, finish and publish it.
Things my grandma thinks “made me” a homosexual:
#1 Disturbia by Rihanna was the first ringtone I ever got on my flip phone.
Hey so I know you’re supposed to challenge your thoughts when your mind is being cruel and unfair to you (this is true you should it works) (unless it’s intrusive thoughts then you’ve got to accept them for them to leave) (it’s a whole thing)
But like…sometime my thoughts are a funny bully.
“You make a mess of mistakes, I just savour the taste, but I forgave this worthless world, because it gave me you.”
“I did this all so you could have your happy after, a never ending chapter. Call you up in the middle of the night just to enchant you[…]Now I’m part of you for the rest of your damn life.”
“Said you wanted closure, it’s never really over, didn’t wanna scare ya when I lost all my composure. Wishing you would save me, am I going just crazy? Every shooting stars rolling their eyes at me lately.”