Why...
📰: Finally, time to sleep.
Life:
Character A’s scream of agony finally breaks as the electrocution stops. Body aching and burning, they slump forward against their restraints and gasp for breath, and don’t even have the strength to shudder as their captor runs a deceivingly gentle hand through their hair and whispers.
“This doesn’t have to continue. You know what I want.”
I sat there on the bus, the happiest moment I can remember. We were next to each other, hand in hand. He understood me and I, him. It wasn't all about me, and I could accept that. We both had talents equally as interesting as the other. But then I woke up, to a disappointing life, all alone.
Off he goes...
Crying today because I can't find a space themed poem and I can't remember any part of it except that it said that God was silence or something and it literally made me change my perspective on life for a few seconds 😔
just found out my stomach acid can digest most metals
Fuck cooking meals just eat the silverware
Dogs are raised to love, not to be loved. Sometimes I wonder if that's how children are raised too. Raised to ask for a hug from that hand that struck them, raised to think it's their own fault when daddy doesn't come back. Children are just dogs, and some children stay dogs until they are put down.
One time I dreamt I was in Medusa's garden and sat on a quartz bench. I saw my mother approach me in white robes with her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and i immediately looked at the ground. My mother sat next to me and said "Have you killed anyone recently?" I felt the need to lie so I said yes. She congratulated me and started to comb through my hair, giving me gruesome tips on how to kill people. Terrified, I kept my eyes on the ground. After a minute, my mother frowned. "It's about time you woke up." She said sternly. For some reason, I nodded quickly and rolled my eyes back as well, waking up.
It was one of the more psychologically damaging dreams I had haha