Walton: * Patiently Listens To Frankenstein's Account Of His Supposed Monster *

That fits. They fit. THEY FIT😭

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. — Paulo Coelho

lol

It flopped on twitter 😞

when the fuck will something lgbt happen to me... ive been waiting for so long...

I wanna know what psychopaths think of farting in public...

Single celled organism dies.

The whole post on one side and the last cmnt on another...

why didn’t you make me good enough.. so that you could’ve loved me?

“washing machine heart” mitski // eila chatti “faulty” // livia laing “the lonely city // anais nin // normal people (2020)// @ibvyache // @psychwarded // neta l. @psychicdonuts // noor unnahar

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

but doesn’t it sound so peaceful to let the grass grow around your body while you sit and breathe? what i’d give for fresh air and a chance to lay down i’d rather the bugs and the dirt take my life than any human being

Khalil Gibran