my special interest is suicide and i’m not even joking. i love researching this shit

the truth is I’ll never stop listening to phoebe bridgers no matter what you bitches say

btw i’ve been logged out of my main acc thats why i didnt see any anon msgs if u sent anything… sorry guys i love u

i love acting like I’m not losing bits of my sanity everyday all the time like i give myself 3 to 5 years before i snap and just cannibalize my own body and die from bleeding or some shit

im like if you tried drawing a human being from memory

not actively committing suicide not actively participating in life but a secret third thing

I try being normal all the time and I fail so fast it’s crazyyyy

what i do is i read poems and i send excerpts of it to 1-3 people i know get it and then eat cereal as a meal. this is my routine

how does one fill the ferocious void within

Solitude is endless. A whole new world. The desert. I am thinking-talking-in images. I don't know how to write them down. Every feeling is physical. Maybe that's why I can't write- or write so badly now. In the
desert, all ideas are experimental in the body.

— from ‘As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh’ by Susan Sontag

woke up in such a mood oh todays gonna be great

blue era (depression)

need to end the year on a good note love yallll

watching the revolution being hijacked by idiotic stupid ppl abroad and I can’t even do anything because my people genuinely believe they need these losers to win against evil

congratulating eachother over people tweeting the same bland vague shit like this is so embarrassing for all of us.

crying screaming throwing up btw

god why is it the wrong guy everytime