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me: *likes something so i can read it later* post: *never gets read, lives in likes now*
i just realized
my brain is like a jukebox but only i can pick the songs
like
ill be blasting goofy goober rock in my head one second and im starting to get tired of it and i want something else so itll go from
"IM A GOOFY GOOBER-"
"if there's a prize for unjudgement, I guess ive already won that-"
and then i decide i want something else
"your name is a triangle, your heart is a square-"
and then
"then then then then then then i got a SQUIP"
moving on
if i want others to hear my mystical magical brain sounds then i speak
usually when im alone
no one's home
i walk into my living room with a lotta reverb but it makes my voice sound cooler
and
"i don't really care you can keep the things we used to shaaare! but what did you do with my heaaaaart? what did you do with my hEAAAAART- shit that was really heckin good radical job me oh gosh is somebody pulling into the driveway-"
can someone like
come over
put a camera somewhere
and leave
document this
it happens
so in summary
"hey brain im kinda tired of listening to i wont say im in love can i have somethin else"
"gotchu fam"
"*asymptotic by louie zong has begun*"
"thanks fam"
who needs technology when you have a brain amirite
aight so bye hope u enjoyed my ramblin
we be drawing….
september 22nd; the first day of autumn, and your birthday it’s no surprise that my favorite season begins with you but, see, the reason I’m writing this is because three days ago I was asked what my favorite season is and for the first time ever, I said spring instead of autumn this will be my first year in six that I won’t tell you happy birthday I suppose this is the end of our season my heart is tired of falling for you only to land in the depths of an imaginary ditch; the pieces waiting to be raked back together again I’m ready to bloom with the roses happy birthday.
I wonder what it would be like to not think about my weight/size/body in a negative way for a full day. hell, I’d settle for just a couple hours.
Well now I'm sad but it's ok It's ok to be sad honestly
i wish van gough had a happier life man thinking about him is so sad