Heard They’re Making It Easier Tomorrow. Not Sure If It’s True, But Don’t You Wanna Find Out?

parent-child dynamics are soooo crazy. i love you i resent you i can't stand you i adore you i pity you. and still watching your hair get a little more grey every time i see you makes my stomach feel weird

"sex" literally isn't real. "ohhh i just had sex" you "had" sex? where did it go? did it grow legs and run away?? idiot

i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

how dare you make it harder for me to hate myself

the more i Think, the more i understand why autistic-coded characters are often robots

how dare you make it harder for me to hate myself

growing up in a neurotypical household, i sometimes feel kinda alone

but then i remember that i have friends who sort their m&ms by color before eating them and suddenly feel better

2024 new years resolution: Get Weirder With It