My Peak Comedy Moment

call me bunny corcoran the way my parents don’t do shit for me and won’t until im dead 🔥🔥

Anxiety was trapped in the depths of my heart, like a formation of black clouds I could not break free of. By living this way, what will my fortune be? There is nothing. Am I simply a sickly man? I was staggered by these thoughts. What should I do? I had no direction, nothing. I though that this reckless life of mine was only a nuisance to others and devoid of meaning. This is quite hard to bear. A talented guy like you probably doesn’t understand, but no thought in the world is worse than the realization that, ‘My life is a nuisance to others. I am useless.’

Dazai Osamu, Pandora’s Box

I had to draw this handsome creature💔💔

Blue

There is just as much wrong with me,

as there is with you.

Its the same painter in the sky,

That turns the oceans blue

I never was a beast like you said,

I fought to be pure,

you made a heavy bet against me,

and came up under.

Every song I wrote about you,

was written in black and blue,

the only color that you showed me,

Was the sadness I learned to lose.

I got a little older,

and I thought that you would too,

But you never left the grounds,

of the war we had gone through.

alex: “dude, you better not accidentally summon and get possessed by a demon while reading the bible in latin backwards tonight.”

nigel: “i won’t, dude. don’t worry.”

alex: “okay dude.”

nigel, later: “dude you’re gonna be soooo mad at me-“

Reading tsh for the third time, I found this quote "and, since the Greek classes happened to meet in the afternoon, I took Greek so I could sleep late on Mondays." No fucking way this guy took a decision that changed his whole life and ended up being a murder accomplice because he hated so much to wake up early. And why is that so relatable?

I saw this image of Athena and Odysseus and it was too freaking funny🤣🤣

Love?

Love is always so great or that’s what they say

Why am I so bad with it?

I feel like a stray

Why am I so bad with this shit?

Always following people around

Never really speaking unless spoken to

I rather look at the ground

I’m just stuck to you

Always reading alone

Trapped into a fake universe

I thought I had grown

I guess it’s really all just a curse

This is why I kept my heart on guard

Love is just too hard…

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?