In Another Universe I Am Not A Burden To Be Loved

they call me "the guy who loves rocking back and forth" on account of how i love rocking back and forth

i don't think i'm ready for when nostalgia is all that's left of my childhood

I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am

the more i Think, the more i understand why autistic-coded characters are often robots

i actually give so many shits i might as well have diarrhea at this point

badweird feelings

everybody leave town i need to talk to myself on a walk for an hour and fifteen minutes

“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”

- Sylvia Plath

“The thing is: If you’re cold, you hurt people. If you’re sensitive, they hurt you.”

— Unknown

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”