I Yearn To Be Like A Happy Ghast Please (i Am Just Nether Ghast... )

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Even in sunlight,

when the wind is soft

and someone loves me—

I am already gone.

The ‘yes’ lives

in my marrow,

quiet,

not dramatic—

just there,

like breath.

Joy feels like

a borrowed shirt.

It fits,

but it isn’t mine.

Laughter echoes

off walls I don’t touch.

I watch it float

and fall

like dust.

Ask me again.

Ask me on a good day.

Ask me when the sky is gold.

The answer is still yes.

Because even the light

can’t reach the basement

where I live.

And God knows,

I don’t want to live.

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

something about me isn’t right.

50% #god, 49% #yayy, 1% dumbass.

Clown cars actually operate on two opposite sides of a bell curve - the most average-sized cars transporting a sensible amount of people are the least clown cars. So while the more famous type of clown car is the comically tiny vehicle that can fit an absurdly large amount of clowns inside, a huge fuck-off giant pavement princess ego truck that is only used for transporting the driver around is also a clown car.

My favorite thing to do while waiting for skeletons to spawn and fall into my ex farm, is scroll tumblr, and yap to the voices. in my livingroom. my family things im insane 😝

this is it thats their relationship.

intrusive thoughts

yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to

STOP ITS DO THEM BUT STOP 😭

I don't know how to explain it, but I need a billford freak to confirm my thoughts that this is them LOL