"Ideals Did Nothing, However, To Move The Pen Across The Page. It Scribbled And Scratched And Staggered

I think they noticed me

Let’s sit here 🍃

you know better than anyone that everything is temporary. forever is just a hopeful plea, the base of our religion. but what to do with that knowledge? and how heavy it lays on my heart which still carries that child-like hope when it runs and skips in moments like these.

you have to let yourself feel the good things, even if they often feel too light, to implausible to be true.

even if you know they might be gone sooner than you think.

that's the hardest part, you still have to let yourself feel the good things.

winter fruit, december 2022.

shot on iphone 6s

chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands

marriage before thirties is so insane because you're barely a person yet

enhypen desire unleash save me