it's like i am literally never going to own a house or find authentic love or escape the clutches of late stage capitalism so really what am i living for
Had a really good day at work. Coworkers complimented me a lot! I feel good about myself :)
today my mother called me crazy
Occultural magazine Abrahadabra issue #03, 1985
Disability will have you thinking shit like “I’m not even that disabled. I can manage as long as I limit myself to very specific careers, never go shopping for more than an hour or two at a time, keep my plans open so I can cancel and stay in if need be, and only go out a few nights per week at the most”
do you wanna hang out tonight my curse was finally lifted
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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