I am incapable of writing our story, my love. I have, instead written us a soft epilogue. So that they might know how we ended, if not how we loved. A love caught up in technicalities.
I love you. I love you. I love you.

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I am incapable of writing our story, my love. I have, instead written us a soft epilogue. So that they might know how we ended, if not how we loved. A love caught up in technicalities.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
scrolling through my own blog like wow this girl has good taste and agrees with me on everything
trying to outgrow the deep shame and embarassment woven into my existence wbu
i hate you drank less water headache i hate you slept too little headache i hate you slept too much headache i hate you too stressed out to function headache i hate you forgot to eat headache i hate you excessive screen time headache i hate you cried too much headache i hate you exercised too little headache i hate you no reason headache i hate you
I'm like if a whore were celibate
possibly my problem is also that i take two thousand year old poetry too personally
My morning routine? That's simple: first I wake up, then I get out of bed, then I experience various ailments, maladies, afflictions, etc.
“yeah no” is one of the best phrases in contemporary English.
On Grief I think?
Normally you go thru the 5 stages of grief and then you move on with your life and feel better and forget stuff over time.
But I’ve been going thru grief like I’m in a loop. There’s no getting out it. I don’t know how to not mourn. It’s like I’m angry and cursing fate one moment and then I’m back at being in denial again. I’m accepting everything and then bam, bacc to feeling bitter. I’m having a perfectly normal day and suddenly I’m bawling my eyes out overthinking.
The worst part is the bargaining and depression. Bargaining leaves me feeling so worthless and ashamed. It can be included with regret. And depression, god depression is, I don’t even know, I’m present but I’m moving on autopilot, no consciousness about being alive whatsoever. Idk how to stop being stuck.
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (Paris, Sunday, 10 September 1939)
Reginald Dwayne Betts “BALLAD OF THE GROUNDHOG”
call me a freak but i think romanticised cannibalism is so fucking cool. art peaked when we started using eating each other as a metaphor for love. anyway don’t kill people
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Girls will be like Idk why im so unproductive recently and then you ask whats going on in their life and they list eight lifestopping crisies and then say 'yeah but i should be fine :/ '