I have too much to type, i really loved Backrooms the more time passes the more I enjoy it, always finding new perspectives from other people giving me more windows to look through! like that's also the whole point of the story and the what's horrifying about it,
I will write.
I made a tumble account for writing some blogs whenever I want to type, TW: it might be embarrassing but can only get better if I just do it, here's a link to something wrote about malls
https://t.co/O4ayyJnY2z
had a dream where my phone camera wasn't working, and i couldn't take pictures of interesting buildings, why can't we take pictures in our dreams and have them in real life too
it's just the world kinda shames us into thinking we shouldn't ask for more and be a good girl, you get as much as you are worth. so oppressive this thinking, happiness is said to have a cap limit. like no I'm not going to let non existing rules keep me from wanting more
i wake up with the same though every morning, everyday is shaped by this desire, but i won't lie to myself and pretend its not a real message from my conscious to myself of what i really want, that would be so limiting and that makes me day better.
we deserve more, fuck it
what if instead of clark saying i am a
god damn architect, it was me and instead i said:
"I AM A FUCKING DIVA! its just I'm stuck selling shitty beach boy pop music because SOMEBODY won't get off they're fat sexy ass and help me!"
much more cool no?
even if i let myself be destroyed i win in a way, a love that allows oneself to be hurt and to know I can take it and keep going, fear will happen but it's for that continuous want to understand what i love, i should value that about myself. it feels painless and bulletproof
cloudy rainy summer mornings are a few moments i like about this season, the cool calm air is like a preview of the more melancholy season of fall, a break from the somewhat harsh season
I don't understand saying, died for nothing. every death is someone even if you didn't see them alive, people don't like thinking about others because it makes life too hard to go through, no person above being selfish, you are an animal just like everyone else