The World Is A Scary Place When You Are A Small And Edible Thing

my head hurts

i hav no motivation

all i wanna do is eat and play minecraft

so who was going to tell me that horses smell blood really well? Or was I just supposed to find that out when stabbed in a field at midnight?

grasping at september skies

with empty fingers

is nothing

on holding october sweaters.

hands entwined

sometimes the sun is so beautiful i want to just look at it for hours but then i also want to play minecraft so usually i end up playing minecraft

the way wilbur says “you look so cute when you’re so angry, if i’m going down, you’re coming with me” IS SO TENDER FOR NO REASON

and i am alive

:D

nothing is sweeter than a partner who understands and loves you more unendingly than the stars

i am doing well

i am loved by he <3

the man weaved of gold and starlight

he puts all sunrises to SHAME

i want to feel his presence in every fibre of my being

i love him

(simply and sweetly)

we are alive in each other’s arms.

one day i make a post declaring thoughts struck down to me by gods

the next i wanna talk about how if i were a little hamster i would simply grab my little feet and roll everywhere like i were the hamster ball that tried to contain me.

nothing can hold me

i have a crush on a girl, and like- im stupid. so that’s a struggle

i saw the book moby dick and my first thought was “moby dick. more like move ure dick im gay”

how do people manage to do this whole life thing?

all my coffee has dirt in it and the shadows stole my boyfriend

i iust want my starry man back