actually being in consistent and pleasant communication with someone is wild because like damn. the bar is that low huh

licorice made his first biscuits 😭😭😭😭

ughhhh my diary and challenge pages are wildly out of date but im lazy </3

anyways its the weekend and im trying to love my life

i need to stop listening to christian music its such a fascinating predictor for my acute suicidal episodes omfg

things would be a lot easier if i could just be catholic again. i envy the faithful their steadfast belief and the comfort it brings

so discomforting to be haunted by ghosts

listening to christian music AND unpainted nails? i need to be hospitalized

the closet calling to me like a siren and then i get misgendered and its just like. ah. the ache

whether or not my nails are painted is a highly reliable indicator of if im in a depressive episode. they havent been painted in weeks

letters to a paramedic / musings on a ghost i never knew / back in the closet / traumagender + yelling / the ties that still linger

eated mashed tato ^u^

ate my iron and i think its going to fucking Kill Me Dead so i might get out of bed to eat mashed tato

(theatrically smoking) its crazy how much you can impact someones life and never speak to them again. truly a ghost haunting the margins

having memory loss is so funny cause sometimes you unlock an entire artists catalogue when you know every lyric by heart like a headshot

digital minimalism / half a year in the indie web / distaste for content / 174k in pbp rp / sick summer rest vs Grind

checked since i was migrating thread names and HOLY SHIT. i've written about 174,000 words since june 5 with my writing partner

five hour nap hit crazy

naptime

good lord either my kidneys are failing or im getting old and my bodys falling apart at the side