Ghosts can't appear during the day because of solar wind. They are that weak and stupid

if i look back, i am lost
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Ghosts can't appear during the day because of solar wind. They are that weak and stupid
my body is a surveillance system that only works on milk
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i don’t know when exactly it started. maybe it had been building in me for a long time. the restlessness.
i’ve never been comfortable. not in my house, not in my bed. not in my own stupid skin. but every time i moved i began seeing it as a mistake. every choice i made felt wrong. i fought myself constantly and didn’t know why.
i was twenty four and it was confusing. why didn’t i know what i wanted? why did i feel less like a person every day?
when the perpetual evening in my own home started making me cry i started looking at apartments in baltimore. something wound up tightly inside of me. i just need to get out of florida. i just need to go somewhere else.
i theorized that what i was feeling was the fear of settling. not knowing what i wanted and experiencing the premature, unearned shame of not wanting more.
am i a bad person if i do this? i wondered about every choice i made. i couldn’t answer. i didn’t know. and, subconsciously, i had already decided long ago that i was a bad person. regardless of what i did, my lived truth was built on top of the fundamental supposition that i was not, couldn’t be, and had never been good.
❝sunshine shatters on your bathroom wall and it’s like something else, far away. a condo clubhouse. a framed watercolor painting of a mallard duck. the smell of chlorine and wallpaper glue. dust suspended in thick, still air. somewhere you lived for months after what happened. shampoo and water bugs in the big pool. somewhere that doesn’t exist anymore.❞
— strange sultry summer
i don't even like yoshi
Another wonderful secret
cicada trill in the blinding sun,
leaves outlined in white.
i’m more tenderfooted since moving to maryland.
i realize this while navigating the pebble drive of my best friend’s house pushing my bangs out of my eyes
when i’m inside again i cut them in the dusk light with those heavy duty kitchen scissors and i remember why i started to hate this place
all day the windows filter the sunlight into something greenish and faint, everything cast in sickly shadow
my hair falls into the sink and looks like straw viewed through uranium glass.
i’m like gabriel in that i am an angel and not like gabriel in that i have a normal number of eyes
Art by Hinano
beginning to experience the mind games of being a woman cursed by eve (my period started)
James Madison Stone - Bir Yaz Rüyası (detail)
ponderous guy whose pronouns are huh/hmm
i had an experience once when i was young where i was so sleepy i ate the leaves of my strawberries and then i panicked about it for like fifteen years