I laughed and said,
Life is easy.
What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.
- Miranda July
Life is easy.
What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.
- Miranda July
Let's go back to that glorious age
Back to tomato-chuckin' times, eh?
Back to smashing the ripe justice onto ye face,
*whackin'*! Bad poems? *Splat!* Ugly hat? *Splat!* Exist? *SPLAT!*
A witch? *splat*
Back to tomato-chuckin' times, eh?
Back to smashing the ripe justice onto ye face,
*whackin'*! Bad poems? *Splat!* Ugly hat? *Splat!* Exist? *SPLAT!*
A witch? *splat*
i fucking love hangouts where nobody has to say anything
just sitting in silence and not distracting ourselves with anything else
just sitting in silence and not distracting ourselves with anything else
please do not ask me what my plans for the future are I am quite literally still not convinced that I am even a real person
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hate when kids scream in public like bro u don't have real problems it should be me screaming meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Forwarded from I'll name this page later
Whenever I meet a cat person and they ask if I like cats, I say no. I am a dog person. Dog spelled backward is god, and dogs are divine creatures sent to remind us that loyalty exists. Cats, on the other hand, are their antithesis—self-sufficient, unimpressed, and entirely too aware of their own worth. But when I meet a dog person, I flip the script. Dogs? Overrated. Clingy. Desperate for validation(I oggle at them, what does that say about you?) At least cats know how to be alone.
When in reality, I don’t care for either. My feelings toward pets are neutral( except for owls and snakes those two are fascinating, otherworldly, untamed) But why do I play this game, pretending to have strong opinions on something I don't actually care about? Because I am a grinch of everything wholesome. A walking contradiction who tramples on joy but secretly hoards it like a dragon.
We push people away, then sit in our empty rooms wondering why we're lonely. We listen to Hozier like he's whispering the cure into our ears. We read romance novels, watching protagonists get adored so we can vicariously feel like someone’s muse. This cycle of self-insert delusion is how we cope with the fact that we are profoundly, desperately touch-starved.
But Human connection. A hug, a touch, even fleeting warmth from another living being could dissolve the ache. People were made to be held, to feel the presence of another.
But not me. No, this is for you touch-deprived primates grasping at meaning. I am above it. I am untouchable. I am God.
Or maybe just another lonely creature pretending not to be.
When in reality, I don’t care for either. My feelings toward pets are neutral( except for owls and snakes those two are fascinating, otherworldly, untamed) But why do I play this game, pretending to have strong opinions on something I don't actually care about? Because I am a grinch of everything wholesome. A walking contradiction who tramples on joy but secretly hoards it like a dragon.
We push people away, then sit in our empty rooms wondering why we're lonely. We listen to Hozier like he's whispering the cure into our ears. We read romance novels, watching protagonists get adored so we can vicariously feel like someone’s muse. This cycle of self-insert delusion is how we cope with the fact that we are profoundly, desperately touch-starved.
But Human connection. A hug, a touch, even fleeting warmth from another living being could dissolve the ache. People were made to be held, to feel the presence of another.
But not me. No, this is for you touch-deprived primates grasping at meaning. I am above it. I am untouchable. I am God.
Or maybe just another lonely creature pretending not to be.