going through a type of misery that is only portrayed in russian literature

my mom trying to keep up w her random fact child

"one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry" i doubt it but whatever you say

What does it even mean to 'be you'? Is it a fixed essence, an unchanging soul that resides within, or is it a fluid, ever-shifting construct, shaped by our experiences, our relationships, and our interactions with the world?

If 'you' are a collection of memories, habits, and personality traits, then what happens when those things change? Does 'you' cease to exist? And if so, at what point does the transformation become so profound that you are no longer recognizable to those who know you best?

Not even Bob the builder can fix my sleeping pattern 🤦‍♂

I'm getting to that old people stage where they say everything was better when they were young and these new stuff suck.

So, you decided to 'treat yourself' today? How lovely. Did you, by any chance, treat yourself to a slightly healthier coping mechanism, or did you go straight for the emotional equivalent of mainlining a triple-chocolate fudge sundae? Because, let's be honest, we all know which one it was. Oh, and please tell me all about the 'self-care' that involved spending three hours scrolling through Instagram and comparing yourself to people who have professional photographers documenting their every move. It sounds so relaxing.

If I sounded like this
I'd never shut up

there's no independent, verifiable proof that it's actually Tuesday . We're all just blindly trusting some ancient calendar-keeper who, for all we know, was completely delusional and just made it up one day after a particularly potent batch of fermented berries.

It's a collective faith, really. We're all participating in a giant, unspoken agreement to believe in Tuesday , even though there's no tangible evidence to support its existence. We're like members of a cult, blindly following the pronouncements of some long-dead guru, hoping for a reward that may never come.

If we lose faith in the 'days', if we suddenly decide that it's just another day like any other, then the entire fabric of society could unravel. People would stop going to work, the economy would collapse, and chaos would reign supreme.

You're participating in a global conspiracy of belief, clinging to a concept that has no basis in reality.

Does anyone of you guys have this guy who drops theories all of a sudden and disappears?

Yes, everything seems like a joke to me.And not in a disrespectful, nihilistic 'nothing matters' kind of way, mind you. But in a more… observational way. Unfortunately..

Facts

Once I unfriend you. I will go to your profile and unlike my likes, unlove my love, unwow my wow. I even unhahaha my hahaha. But i don't know how to unfriend a friend

Daily reminder that you can basically scream anywhere at anytime cuz it's not illegal or smth

If only you could see yourself
through my eyes...you would realize i need a telescope for that matter

Oh, apologies are so last century. These days, it's all about the strategic deployment of carefully crafted emojis and the artful avoidance of direct accountability. Why bother owning up to your mistakes when you can just let the awkward silence stretch on for an eternity, and then casually slide into their DMs with a breezy 'wyd'?

had a really good burger...it was lowkey giving last meal vibe.

holding hands is overrated, shoot me

  

Fuck Chinese ppl.