almost feeling nothing but some dull sort of excitement over your sitcom characters getting fucked over and the book you can read once you’re in bed is okay right? like in the grand scheme of things I think my isolation capsules pretty nice

watching excessive tv is always a sign of horrible mental state for me

“He wished he were as brave as Idabel; he wished he had a brother, sister, somebody; he wished he were dead.”

— Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms

reading more than the entirety of 2025 in the last 20 days of december

the culture took a blow when truman capote died and no gay person has filled that hole since

who else is doing this for us now

girl fuck hafez and you both

THE SKY TOO IS FOLDING UNDER YOU AND ITS ALL OVER NOW BABY BLUE

how young is too young to start doing gatsby level of yearning and throwing parties to get back what you once had and lost

does anyone else remember “I would marry and castrate you in a heartbeat”? wasnt that crazy?

don’t even ask me how I’m doing I’m listening to my sufjan stevens mix and I don’t want to discuss anything

testosterone would’ve saved patti smith

I’m so glad I’m not christian, the idea of a new year starting right in the middle of your seasonal depression is so scary

I can’t even become a Snapp driver like my life sucks so much ass

it’s like I am dying every morning and spending the whole day in purgatory until I get to hell at night and it just repeats again and again

lets listen to Ode To The Mets by The Strokes with mama

maybe it’s okay. maybe i’m not losing my mind and i’m not losing my way and i’m not losing my sense of self. maybe it’ll all pass.

on google rn searching “how to think one thought and one thought only”

might as well take the bullet and sign up for a yoga class or some other meditation shit