𝔂𝓪𝓸𝓲

Greetings neighbours, 
          Being a summer child certainly exposes essence of my being. Summer, full of allure when it’s a mere concept. Summer, full of shit when it’s there in its being. Hated by most, loved by chuds. Same with life at the ripe age of 17. To know too much, to be so little. To know so little and to be so much. To be 17, to be so senile and to be so juvenile. One would love all at this age, and hate all alongside it. I am no better and an average teenager. I too kiss childhood friends of mine in bathroom stalls and get beheaded for it, considering south asia’s purity laws paired with faith havers’ strong will to label anyone immoral who’d refuse to blind their eyes. I too rebel. 
          Aside from drenching myself in deprication, my times are spent writing. Inscripcting my ponders, telling great tales, nerding out, fanfictioning ordinary interactions between me and my tutor. Erections from partaking in books and movies is some sin I can excuse myself from, telling its investment which would enrich ones soul. Songs will fill the tiny void of my cramped room. Rocks and indies, saxophones with pianos and guitars. Gluttony would be the last sin I must proudly indulge in. All flavours suit my tongue; fructose of fruits, burn of pepper, salts of sea, tar of cigs. 
          Tell me flock, in this entropic lives of ours, how do were lose our minds out of boredom. Tell me why you write here. Does it par with our efforts to philosophize everything despite its nonsensicality? To do despite futility? For: Tiger got to hunt; bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder why why why. 
          Tell me while I tell you top 3 reasons why you should write me a letter:
          1. Your evenings will be rid of blandness, your life will bloom, you will be happy. 
          2. Days are long, cohesive alphabets curated by foreign people will never meet will surely cure my boredom.
          3. Unite against this unjust society. 
          Alright then! Write like It’s your last day of living. Write to Ray.

Greetings neighbours, 
          Being a summer child certainly exposes essence of my being. Summer, full of allure when it’s a mere concept. Summer, full of shit when its there in its beings. Hated by most, loved by chuds. 
          Aside from drenching myself in deprication, my times are spent writing. Inscripcting my ponders, telling great tales, nerding out, fanfictioning ordinary interactions between me and my tutor. Erections from partaking in books and movies is some sin I can excuse myself from, telling its investment which would enrich ones soul. Songs will fill the tiny void of my cramped room. Rocks and indies, saxophones with pianos and guitars. Gluttony would be the last sin I must prodly indulge in. All flavours suit my tongue; fructose of fruits, burn of pepper, salts of sea, tar of cigs. 
          Now top 3 reasons you should write me a letter:
          1. Your evenings will be rid of blandness, your life will bloom, you will be happy. 
          2. Days are long, cohesive alphabets curated by foreign people will never meet will surely cure my boredom.
          3. Unite against this unjust society. 
          Alright then! Write like It’s your last day of living. Write to Ray.

and u never knew

duolingo texting me more than my bro does im so doomed 

take me to ur best friend's house IVE LOVED U THEN AND I LOVE U NOW OOOHHHHHHHHYEAH

ALL I WANT IS AND I NEED IS TO FIND SOME GANJAA I'LL FIND SOME GANJAA

seeing how much i love i know exactly how we'll end in a few years or even months and its scary. maybe its all in my head but still. i dont want us to end on bad terms too. its a repetitive cycle i cant avoid we're at this point just doomed