since 13 i’ve spent my life building this giant teenage museum, mausoleum maybe, dutifully wolfishly writing every moment down, and repeating it all back like folklore. and now there isn’t any more of it
@sexlord44 and then there are days when sleeping is the hardest. the fight of muscle against world becomes so constant, that surrendering to slumber doesn't promise nearly enough relief. these are times when hands feel nothing but empty
@planetalyssa they said nothing and our parents said nothing, so we sensed how ancient they were, how accustomed to trauma, depressions, and wars. we realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in,
@samyulouvr one day they get older and you see them do something and you feel that feeling that you were pretending to have. and it feels like your heart is going to explode.