While cleaning your attic, you find a box of glass balls with names on them. You accidentally drop one, and as soon as it shatters, a person appears.
Anyone want to join my club where we read pretentious literature, listen to dreary romantic music with classic undertones, wear tweed fall in love with an idea and idk maybe commit murder?
everything is happening 0.5 times too fast
numb
everything but a little bit to the left
Numb™
it feels like Monday the 17th at 3:31pm but also like Saturday at 4:57am
….. existing?
hahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
why are the end credits playing I didn’t even hit play
Current emotion is coma
I need to self-harm but I physically cannot move
feeling panic rising up inside but being too numb to physically react
Must Do Thing. Do Not Know What Thing Is.
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everythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingeverythingevery
…I should start a religion
I A M G O D
*vibrating softly* everything in the world is my fault
Numb
Existence Is Fraud
Do I still have legs?
if you’ve ever left me a message asking me if I’m okay, or liked a post in which I was ranting about my bad day, or liked a selfie, or just anything nice like that- just know that I remember you, I am grateful for you, and you made my day better with your tiny gesture.
live
Okay, so. It’s late at night and I kinda wanna play a game with you all.
The one where a person says a word, and you have to make a new word by changing only one letter, I’ll start.
Pork.
Rue, what happened?
I'd just like to state that Harry Hudson is such an underrated artist
Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
Of Mice and Men - What drives/motivates you?
The Phantom of the Opera - What song currently defines your life?
1984 - Spill a secret about yourself.
Pride and Prejudice - Got a crush?
The Scarlet Letter - What’s your favorite word and what does that word mean?
To Kill a Mockingbird - What’s the last text message you sent and the last song you listened to?
Wuthering Heights - Define your personal aesthetic.
Fahrenheit 451 - What’s your favorite book?
Moby Dick - What’s your most important goal in life?
Jane Eyre - What’s a fictional character that you believe you are most like/you relate to most?
The Catcher in the Rye - What does your name (first and/or middle) mean?
The Lord of the Flies - What’s your friend group like?
The Picture of Dorian Grey - Post a photo of yourself posing like your icon.
Les Miserables - What do you do when you’re sad?
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - What is one place that you’ve always wanted to go?
Emma - What was your first kiss like?
The Great Gatsby - Describe the most recent dream you can remember having.