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Sometimes life is a challenge so respiteless, may as well call it hell, but better not
This is my impression of a girl who isn’t aware that she exists yet: “Oh my god? Did you see what she just did? That’s so embarrassing, I would die”
I really do think the only solution, no compromise, the only solution is to do away with all this stuff, all this stuff we try to fit into wholeness, and then wholeness leaks hot pendent shit into everyone’s mouths, we got to do away with all of it, postmodernism, watercolor tattoos, petroleum candies, vacation itineraries, Kylie Jenner (ornate spoons can stay). Of course there was a time this shit didn’t exist and things weren’t great then either probably but isn’t there an advantage to knowing while materially lacking, or no, that’s just another toss, here’s the thing, it doesn’t matter anyway because we need our vices too much, people with their thumbs up our butts need us to need our vices too much, so the only way this would happen is an apocalypse, which will never happen because that would be too easy, too fruitful, too necessary. I think about all the times people say the world is going to end soon, I hope they don’t really believe it because if they do they’re an idiot, but perhaps they’re manifesting or talking to talk, which would be much better, the world is never going to end, men rape children and dead people and dead children, you think they’re going to let the ground head out with even an ounce of dignity? Hahahhahahahaha, a meteorite could motorboat everyone’s mother before tea and you’d still have to make your shift tomorrow dingus. all you can do is hope to be reincarnated into that meteorite
Would anyone like to pay for my sins? Next one on me!
Last night I had a dream that I met an ex-boyfriend again, I knew him but he did not know me, a bit of an amnesiac situation, I don’t know, since when do dreams provide logistics, and we of course date, I stealthily avoid making all my prior mistakes, and I get to watch him actively Not Fall In Love with me all over again, just in a different way this time, which sadly made the most sense of it all,
I am trying, what many are calling, “apparently, her best.”
was walking down the street, found an abandoned house, great bones, real nice neighborhood, but I noticed there was no rent in it, no rent at all, such a shame really other than that it was a perfect turnkey property, my husband suggested we hire a guy, but what if they put it in wrong I luckily reminded him, so now we’re living with the rats, we pay Mother Rat only nine hundred a week, total steal
everyone knows where my true loyalties lie. I don’t though so could you remind me
Here are my rules, if I ever became a person meant to inflict rules: Growing girls must spend ample time with dogs, growing boys must spend ample time with cats. Growing girls should spend at least one continuous month of their adolescence without looking in a mirror, growing boys should look in a mirror at least five times a day. Growing girls should spend at least one continuous month of their adolescence without speaking aloud, growing boys should do this for at least one year. Both growing boys and growing girls should be required to ask at least one hundred questions a day. These are meant to teach youths about sexual dynamics in ways that aren’t as obvious as holidays or uncles or Saved by the Bell.
Borderline is objectively a funny mental illness, because it’s the one I have.
Everything that could be wrong with a person is wrong in me—and they dare to call this a failure?
My first stay at the psych ward, my dermatologist was also there as a patient. This isn’t a joke, this is just a reminder that everyone you’ve ever known will always be there all the time. Which is fine once you realize that they have to deal with that too.
My boyfriend thinks Polynesia is what fuchsia is. His mom thinks more than three limes for a centerpiece is just aggressive. His dad hasn’t looked in the mirror in over four months. We’re thinking a June wedding so I suppose we’ll have to wait until next year


sometimes glyphs can say things words can’t even dream of
this is my favourite ongoing series