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sometimes my brain is stuck on feeling like shit and then all I can hear in my mind palace is not the thoughts of agony and self-defenestration but the ever humming repetition of a monotone “do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting thorough the wind wanting to start again”

I cannot emphasize this enough, it layers and drones like a Gregorian chant choir. Between “bag” and “drifting” it overlaps until the words are indistinguishable and it’s just the buzzing of vague Katy Perry and hopelessness.

Thank you Katy Perry for making the song firework so annoying I cannot hear my depression scream and instead want to jump out the window because of the gregorian chanters in my brain, very cool, you should go to space about it.

headspace-hotel

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

findingfeather

Alternatively: it's not killing the mood at all but it's totally making both of them giggle like they're twelve and possibly get lowkey competitive in a subconscious way about who has the most to drop.

beyondthisdarkhouse

The more that I think of it the more I'm seeing the incredible intimacy of letting someone know where you keep your backup knife.

Like my god, the trust involved in letting someone undress you and learn your secrets instead of popping into the bathroom to change where they can't see and hiding all your weapons under the sink

headspace-hotel

...Oh

brainsforbabyjesus

second alternative: you go to hide all your weapons under the sink but there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink.

awkward

tyrannosaurus-trainwreck

It’s not that there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink that makes it awkward so much as that there’s so many weapons hidden underneath the sink that they fall out of the cabinet with the unmistakable sound of a knife-alanche, and then the other person comes in like “I can explain!” and you’re just dead-ass standing there with your own armload of weapons like “I can also explain.”

fenrislorsrai

Married version is shoving your hand in your partner’s clothes when you’re out of weapons because you KNOW where their spare is. Or wearing a weapon in a spot you can’t draw from yourself because its now spare storage for your spouse’s weapons.

teetertotterseesaw

Erasermic coded as hell to me

i think the prevalence of the liberal partaking of controlled substances in a recreational manner vibe (?) in the writers room of children’s shows should be studied

#like what are they on?#could i get some?#in the night garden #im looking at you #teletubbies #you too #baby sensory videos #like what even

on stories

there are hundreds of thousands of stories that have been told over the years of humans uttering words and gesturing with purpose. im certain that just the same horses and eagles and any other manner of creature tell each other fables of love and loss the same. there are so many infinite worlds created by so many infinite minds and there is no way to explore them all. i want to live a day, a moment in the stories an ant tells its child. i know the life is different, the culture of it too, im sure. but i cannot imagine they live without fables. and maybe this world im imagining where humans are just another animal that tells stories is a made-up idea. maybe this is a world my own that no ones else will ever explore unless you are here to read what i have written. but maybe every story ever told or conceived exists somewhere in-between the folds of space and time, and somewhere in there life nestles itself under the covers and goes to sleep easier knowing it is loved enough to be created over and over anew by everything there ever has been or will ever be. imagine the humbling of being made into infinity.

#philosophical humming and hawing #idk man #i like humans #and life #stories #all that #every brain thinks things #isnt that crazy?

ok so hostile architecture sucks balls, right? Like those anti-homeless benches?

You know how in parks people sponsor benches to be built? For memorials or otherwise?

What if, we as a community, mass sponsored a bunch of homeless-friendly benches in our local parks and green spaces so that there are places for them to rest? Idk if it would work, but could it? maybe? I cant afford to house someone, I cant even get myself a job in this market, let alone someone else. But maybe I can figure out a way to give them an elevated place to sleep? something that feels like structure and like safety?

Just a thought.

english is a bullshit language cause what do you mean i can describe feeling like an anachronism but then I try and say I love and there is only one word for it

complex ideas are expanded on in the english language in abundance when it can be applied to inanimate things like words and objects, but people, ive found, are almost forgotten.

I choose to blame capitalism it’s all a scheme to promote materialism if all you can talk about with nuance is objects, why would you focus on people and living.

I will not read this back to see if it makes sense this is MY silly little useless post, thank you, good day.

My bones feel restless, something must snap.

( want crack knuckles but they no pop :( life is cruel and unjust )