Sent My Partner The Playlist I Made And They Go "this Is Just Lesbianism"

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

ultimately the truth about frankenstein is that we are all grotesque amalgamations of the best and worst parts of everyone who came before us. and sometimes the people who are supposed to love us because of and in spite of this will not. and we can kill them with hammers for that. and i think that’s beautiful

im staring at a blank google doc and its staring back this feels threatening

what if i replaced my blood with glitter gel pen ink. what then

youre weirdly obsessed with finding meaning

in the year of our lord 2024

I walk and my legs hurt. I sit down too long and my legs hurts. I lay down too long and my legs hurt. What do these things even want from me

can we talk abt how ambrosious's url is canonically "loins_of_gold". like. this man.

putting a polaroid of you on my unhinged conspiracy board and linking you with a red string to a post it note that just says "gay"

what's wrong babe you're barely anything