This Is Completely Relatable Tho

ah to be famous.

to leave my home to watch people pour out of their own houses and follow behind me.

To be the leader of a procession of my fans, all moving in sync.

None of them smile. They follow along behind me eyes unnaturally wide. People ahead join our procession regardless of if they know me or not. Some try to run away screaming. No one gets very far.

Ah fame. The best way to summon an army... an army who’s purpose is unknown. All we bring is chaos.

i think that burrowing into my blankets like a little winter rabbit burrows into hills of snow is lovely actually

imma eat the leaves

munch the crunch

sleep. who needs it? Not me. I am fully human and also capable of existing forever without sleep.

not this immortal being.

nope. not at all. never.

catJAM

once i saw a specter

inside a mirror.

i want to know if he was a memory

this is a dumb idea but here i am finally on here, ready to say some stupid shit lol

today my bones are made of the most fragile flowers. I feel little blue petals brush against my lips. Gently

i think i allow myself

to feel happy

for a tiny moment. One that I expected to last for a breathtake - but now my lungs are still full of air. Where’s all the water gone? I can breath. Where’d all the darkness go? I can feel again.

Who is there

hesitating

o hey

its been like a whole ass year. Weird. Guess Feb is a rough time when i need to find a place to vent. Huh. Bleh. Cycles

i crave a warm body. a gentle voice. and soft hands against my skin.

i am a miserable little me tonight