Cats

Man I wish my brain did the ‘remember those mistakes you made years ago?’ thing that everyone talks about, mine just goes: ‘hey remember how time is marching ever onward and how the only person you love in this world is very likely to die before you and how after their death you’ll have absolutely no one that you trust because you can’t honestly open up to people cause they’ve all gotten scared off in the past so now you subject yourself to the role of quirky gimmick friend so no one can possibly get close?’

Man I love bondage

God watching me pace around my house while munching on a whole ass head of raw broccoli: (c" ತ,_ತ)

*Sighs disappointedly in yet another detective anime with illogical deductions and mysteries*

A sky that feels so close, as if a fingertip touch away from gracing my hand, but sits higher than I- standing on my own shoulders ten times over. The purple twilight, the golden day break, the blue afternoon, and the paling pink goodbye of the sun all seem like they would kiss the tips of my fingers if I reached out, if I stretched myself just enough, but yet no such luck. For the beautiful white flowers that bloom and sway each day are in fact miles away, and the colorful and ever changing grass in which they bloom nothing more than a layer of gas kept in by the incessant hug of this planet. It seems nothing more than a cruel joke, to keep such pleasant things, such beautiful and captivating things, out of my reach. But perhaps I’ll reach them one day- perhaps one day I’ll be tall enough that I won’t even need to outstretch my fingers to touch them. But till then, till the day I get to touch and love upon the sky with my own two hands, I think I’ll keep stretching out. I think I will.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          I started thinking about how short I am…

…Man I’m a masochist…

I have a head canon about the Chinese government— China has internalized homophobia after their relationship with the USSR ended! I mean just look at their propaganda posters from when they were buddy buddy with the USSR- that’s some gay shit right there!

I love a ‘I have not slept since the day I was born and even if I had it would not quell the unease of my existence’ kind of face.

You ever writing and just… yell?
          Not yell-yell, like, yell onto your paper?
          Just half way through a sentence you start going “Fuck, suck my balls, I’ll deep throat your mom” or “wogiwoowwcnpqottmfpxpq?”
          Like:
          On that day it was like no other, rain befell the town of Sleepytimber, sucking my dick like the good little whores they were because they’re dead. I killed them. They’re all dead. Dead whores. Dead whores being eaten by pidgeons. Fuck the pidgeon. I wanna be a pidgeon…
          
          Ya know what I mean?

Lovely little reminder that not all self harm is cutting- and when it is cutting it’s not always done on the arms.
          So keep that in mind.