and—wait!! the mortifying ordeal of being known has just entered the ring!! OHHHH IT'S THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

seen from Peru
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Colombia

seen from United States
and—wait!! the mortifying ordeal of being known has just entered the ring!! OHHHH IT'S THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR
[hiding in my corner as war rages before my eyes] it’s okay prism….. i’ll never stab you…….
just. we must end all war. Stop thinking about practicality, stop thinking about the whole "intruder with a gun," stop thinking about "but people will always break the rules so we need to protect ourselves."
end all war. disarm all countries. we are too capable of mass violence and it can and will only be used against civilians. There are no civilian free war zones. There are countries, populated by their citizens, our fellow humans, and as a human society we need to come together and say just. No more.
I'm often of the opinions that ever-larger escalating cosmic conflict has diminishing returns and also that the story of the krill is Sacred and not to be Messed With, but D2 has succeeded in doing both of these things by making its cosmic antagonists both unsettling designs and weirdly hilarious
there’s something wrong with our cat
This morning my therapist asked me what it felt like to write personal things. Letters to dead friends and poems and stuff. And like, I literally couldn't come up with an answer to that question? Because whatever feeling it is it's just the feeling I'm always having? And here we are, 15 hours of thinking later and my answer is still just a shrug and a 'fish don't know what water is, you know?'
another night of ennui, another night staying up later than I should feeling lonely even though my partner has already gone to bed and I bloody well should too
I always feel so tired and listless but I hate sleeping
don’t you hate it when your brain tries to invalidate your depression by pointing out the people you care about have it worse than you do, doubly making you feel like a petty shit for being in a bad mood and also like an incompetent shit for being unable to help your loved ones?