#4-22-22

[trustmeimadoctor]

Headspace Chatter:

"Son of a hot pocket!"

Everyone in front, who is high as fuck btw:

🤣😂😅🤪🙈

[halloweenvalentine1997]

The black oven exploded.

The girl ran down the hall with mascara-watered cisterns for eyes.

Someone’s in pieces on the furniture and the Christmas tree that stands on display year-round is catching fire.

Flames sweep away snapshots, blunt wraps and pipes like globes of glass.

They melt plastic CDs and skin mags turn to charred paper in the brimstone apartment.

It’s evacuated, but they’re still looking for the arsonist, who may be hiding in a barn, or disguised among the unsuspecting, or she may have overdosed at a neon rave on too much Ecstasy. Maybe she fell down a well.

Maybe she’ll live, maybe she’ll die.

Maybe the jail will hold her, or she’ll be undiscovered and live with facades masking secrets.

Cell or sentinel?

Straitjacket or the life of an unemotional saint?

Pills or alcohol?

Run from the sirens

up the hill

or into the water

( shiver and jump,

or sink, or let them

leave bulletholes like garnets in your skin,

blood staining the picket fence before it collapses on the lawn)

- Madison Grimmer

[completepottery]

Just see. As dozens of us in that tunnel nearly let that abomination escape with our objective. If it were not for me, our effort would be for nothing.

I felt it like second nature, the ability to surpass all obstacles, laying fiery waste to that creature. Such power I behold.

None can match my mastery.

[trustmeimadoctor]

Just came back from a smoke break. As I stepped outside there were two police officers outside my apartment building. One cruiser. I walked to the front of my building to smoke to avoid being around them. As I was smoking another cruiser pulled around the corner. Then as I finished and walked around the corner toward the entrance to my building I saw there were now three cruisers! I had just taken my ketamine before going outside so I'm a little unstable on my feet. I just walked as calmly as possible past them and went to my apartment. Still don't know why they are here but I felt a shift starting to happen in preparation for being stopped. I haven't been section 12'd since the summer and I haven't been talking to any mental health professionals so I'm sure they aren't here for me. But I'm still paranoid.