dipping my toes in the mother lake of anarchism

hadnt had lunch and im already late for a meeting… when did i become y/n living in nyc type of protagonist

the days keep coming and they ain’t stopping i’m afraid

researching different suicide methods in japan for a light before bed read

sleeping is a great option i wish i just did it when i start thinking about it

actually obsessed w oomf mentioning communism as one of the reasons this fictional character had depression

of course osamu dazai’s bisexual look at the way hes sitting

I’ve never been a natural
all I do is try try try

anger and grief are like beautiful sisters

i hate you fast fashion i hate you commercial music i hate you books only written for consumption i hate you ai i hate you capitalism i hate you commodification of human feelings

been crying non stop for the past two days its really not girlboss i’ll say that much

loving every band’s most hated album is actually a talent of mine

hating beloved tracks also

normalize sending ppl “kys” as a reply

i just want to feel alright.
@myownlittleforest

sometimes in a poem, the words get to imagine a new life

like how the word sensitive completely gets to be as its peak in “You’re too sensitive, they said. I said Okay but let’s discuss this at the hospital.”

who missed me

has anyone wondered if mohammad was just lonely and he named his imaginary friend allah ?