Eccentricechoes - Sunshine

Despite using Tumblr on my Chromebook, I still scroll on it like I would if it was on a phone. My finger hurts, and yet I continue

My beloved little pigeons, so simple, so pure

I think of you every waking moment, you're all that I adore

You're feathers, a pleasant grey, and I have to say, they make me love you even more

My pleasant little pigeons, I hope you get far as you soar

Ferdinand von Wright (Finnish, 1822–1906), "From the Garden: Flowers and Birds" (detail)

I'm pretty sure my cats favorite hobbies are sitting where they're not supposed to, and running across my keyboard

I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying

I hate how it feels in my flesh. It's as if I'm trapped in a shell

I'm screaming, I'm crying, I feel like I'm dying

Oh God, oh God, why did you leave me in this hell?

I need an escape, need be, I'll break through the gate

Let me out, Let me out, Let me out, Let me out,

I feel like I put hours into stuff, but make no progress. it's so weird

Am I just an idea

A sweet little thought?

Why couldn't I be your promise?

Why can your love only be bought?

Bought with my achievements

Bought with fake smiles and laughter

Why can't it be enough?

Why is your attention still all I'm after?

why is focusing hard? do I have to get brain premium or something?

I like keeping the Holy Trinity of beverages (coffee, monster energy, and black tea) surrounding me at all times, just as God intended.

I wish someone could make me feel okay

Or, at least show me how to pack up all my burdens to deal with another day

I know no one owes me that, it's just nice to think about not having to take care of myself

Or to not be treated like a doll, treasured for mere moments, then left alone on a shelf

People often say "it's better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all"

But I don't believe that, when my love is held over me, used to make me feel small