@purelivn you can pretend you don't care about tomorrow all you want, but as long as a sunset can stop you in your tracks, or a quiet breeze can make your chest ache with gratitude, you are wonderfully, hopelessly stuck in love with being alive.
lead tampon in me while i eat my listeria meat & cyclospora riddle veggies and wash it all down with microplastic water. afterwards, i inhale wildfire smoke and listen to the serene sounds of the data center built across the street. there’s a flock cam too recording it all
There’s no world where you watch this scene with a straight face and then proceed to say one piece isn’t good and that you have to wait 1622801 episodes before it gets better
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
me when my friends are having a bad day: that’s your anxiety talking. i promise it won’t always feel like this and I love you no matter what
me when i have a bad day: this time i have finally realized the Truth. that i am bad and my life will never get better