idk who needs to hear this but seek souls. larger, more powerful souls. seek the king, that is the only way. lest this land swallow you whole as it has so many others
Hey man, me and the guys weren't sure how to say this, but you just haven't been the same since you started those anti-psychotics. You used to be fun, and cool, and spontaneous. Now? You've lost your spark, dude. They stole your spark. And we all noticed, and like you a lot less.
though it never became as popular as "for sale: baby shoes, never worn", hemingway also wrote what he believed to be the *happiest* possible six-word story: "six thousand chicken fajitas, all sizzling"
ruminating as an autistic person is genuinely living hell because i don't hold grudges but i will search endlessly for closure from the past even when i know full well i'll never get it and i wish i could hug my brain and tell it you don't always get closure and that's okay