not me. i’m chugging my media. inhaling it if you will. i’m like a dog that hasn’t been fed since breakfast and just downs a bowl of low quality kibble without even chewing.
"consuming media" is such an overstatement. at best I'm sipping it
betrayal was the first sin. it was the original sin. betrayal of trust. all creatures either betray or are betrayed. no one will ever be let free from this prison. hell is not a place we are sent, hell is the waking world in which we exist.
YIPPIEEEEE
“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
ok so i have like 20 followers maybe but i absolutely MUST post unnecessary life updates. SO. i am SO READY TO LOCK IN. i have a 2,000 word AP essay due sunday and ive barely started and its worth over half my grade. i will post again at midnight what my word count is. currently at 250. ill see you all it two hours. pls for the love of all that is good and holy, pray for me, wish me luck, any of the above. 🫡🫡🫡
i hate going to Events. fucking Events man. why are they there. what do they want from me. feels like i always got some bitchass Even coming up.
me *having had only a handful of strawberries, two cups of coffee and an energy drink*: why hand shaky :(
got called neurodivirign today and then the bitch played a sick riff on my guitar. wtf is high school man
you eat whole raw potatoes while sitting in a bathtub wearing a hollywood style expensive robe. your pet ferret sits with you. it is eight feet tall.
Just fucking lie about the previous poster
the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.
ah, yes. my bad. guess i’ll just kill myself.
this is a cry for help btw
my ex girlfriend is still gorgeous and brilliant and amazing but she also still lives SO FUCKING FAR AWAY.
ideas, art, fandom stuff and shower thoughts. think about a group of gay neurodivergent teens sitting in an empty classroom room at lunch. that’s what this blogs energy is. asks open. please ask.
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