I need to make such a negative impact on society that my true personage is lost to time and society depicts me as a demonic serpent or some kind of catastrophic natural disaster in a few thousand years.
A large group of people is called an Iβm not going.
friendship is something you maintain, not something you assume will always be there.
when effort disappears, so does the level of closeness that used to exist.
ππ¦ π΄π΅π’π³πͺπ―π¨ π’π΅ π©π°πΈ π±π°π°π³ π΅π©π¦ ππ³πͺπ΅π΄ π’π³π¦:
being in a state of melancholy is so weird, because how do I explain that I can laugh and smile all day, but I feel this persistent wave of sadness that lingers through me all the time
the lion doesnβt concern themself with the fact that they canβt really remember most of their days or what theyβve done the last few weeks or that there are large gaps in their memory & how all the days blend together into one dark mass of emptiness
ok maybe theyβre slightly concerned
If we had revolted during the Covid fiasco, the hard part would be over, and we'd be rebuilding by now.
I donβt trust people with too many friends.
Youβve gotta be fake af to keep up all those relationships.
the US in movies vs the US in real life
No, no. Youβre thinking about the bubbly, yappy, quirky kind of autistic.
Iβm the quiet, obsessively morbid, vaguely slavic kind of autistic
my grandma was asking me if I would please join the family group photos and I replied:
βHumanity has perfectly curated an experience that no one has partaken in.β
i severely dislike when people pedestalize me or create expectations of me in their head and then question my character for not fitting the narrative they created of me in their head. like i am not a project or projection of your wanted image of me. iβm me
On todayβs episode of things that make me unreasonably angry:
If Iβm pulling up to a stoplight, and you pull up- right next to me so that youβre perfectly lined up-
And I can look right into you window and you can look right into mineβ¦
Stagger your shit, pervert. I donβt wanna look at you.
my parent wouldn't be able to tell you my favourite color, favourite food, my hobbies, my favourite song, or my talents.
But sheβd be able to tell you how lazy I am and what kind of a difficult child I was.
daddy this mommy that
i donβt fucking care. iβm not your parent. i am a fucking hurricane. iβm a sharp object. iβm a corrosive chemical. i am also 8 years old, itβs still winter in my mind, and iβm alone.
i feel like i was supposed to exist without a body.
iβm better as a concept or in theory why am i here and why can people perceive me
we got vaping squirrels and cocaine sharks now welcome to 2026 baby
Perfect.
maybe putting a fourth caffeinated drink in your anxiety riddled body will help thereβs really no way to know
old people will almost kill you with their car and just keep looking forward both hands on the wheel like π
βI aint see you since high schoolβ
Just put my fries in the bag manβ¦
i like that the car plays a little jingle when you don't wear a seatbelt to reward your bravery
student Iβve been tutoring for months starts his exams tomorrow. Iβm like βGood luck on your test tomorrow.β
He hits me with βyou too.β And I just looked at him like:
Why do people get so offended when you remove yourself? I donβt like what you did so I left. Get over it.
It IS almost romantic that everyone is going crazy together at the same time.
The highest form of existence is to have no desire to be understood, admired, pitied, or known.
But your honour you know how I get
