Last Night I Was In My Room, Then All Of A Sudden I Felt Like My Limbs Were Being Weighed Down. I Could

never enough time in the day to do fuck all

the pillars holding up society:

people who film bootlegs of stage shows

people who write transcripts/captions for media that was released without them

wikipedia editors

people who translate funny tiktoks

I just want to walk into a forest and simply disappear without a trace

things that made me stop wanting to die that require no effort whatsoever

change the color used to highlight text on your laptop

move the pictures on your wall

stack whatever clutter is in your room into piles even if you don’t have time to clean it all

slightly vary your commute, even just by one street

change where you sit and scroll aimlessly on your phone even if it’s only to the chair in your room instead of your bed

drink water or juice out of a wine glass in the morning because nothing is real

shower with the lights off, without music

buy $3 flowers at trader joe’s—they look bad next to the more expensive ones but they look so good in your room

start typing things you don’t post into your notes. your thoughts can be worth documenting even if you don’t deem them worth sharing

wake up super early just once. you don’t have to make it a habit it’s just extra satisfying to go to bed that night

listen to the entirety of your favorite album from 2015