The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it
It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.
happy halloween! here is a ghost duet
recommending things to people like uhh yeah it's really fucking weird but well. i promise it's good. can i describe it? uhh. no
went to college and came back wrong
god it's like nobody even cares that [problem i've taken great pains to make sure nobody will acknowledge] looks like i have no choice but to make it worse in isolation for reasons i can't articulate and don't understand
the idle fantasizer has fallen victim to another reverie
the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
*stamps this as peer-reviewed*
this place sucks I’m going home
just remember it could always be worse. we could still have PE.
Fuck with me
just did a hit of pillow and blanky
some salads are amazing and then other salads feel like you're stuck in purgatory just eating leaves forever
Creative slump? No, no. Creative frenzy. Too many idea, not enough time, not enough energy. It's too much, I do nothing.
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"no trespassing" "restricted area" "private property" bro im literally curious by nature
I post for the bitches who stutter, misspeak, mumble, and speak with an incoherent flow that only makes sense if you are in my brain
the summer is like well what if it was unbearable outside and you can't wear any cool jackets. and everyone's going to tell you that this is the best time of the year. and you're the crazy one
