Existence Is So Painfully Poetic

No one cares if Lin Ling Dies. What matters is Nice lives

Steve & Alex. And alex’s dog, Dog.

I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared. The world is going to shit, in America and basically everywhere else too. I mean, it's BEEN going to shit for a long time, but it's even more shit now. It like the end of times kind of shit. I'm so scared. I turn 18 this year, all I want is to be able to live semi happily. For fucks sake is that too much to ask? I guess it is. God just let me go back, let me be a little kid again, I don't want to deal with this shit.

How’d you and ran decide to move in together?

Every twink needs their twink handler.

how is it almost 2025 i didn’t even get a chance to exhale the breath i took in 2024 yet

is this anything.

Update on a new account, he actually didn't know which ones were the weed skittles and which ones weren't. He said either I got a nice bag of skittles or he would get to see me high so there were no downsides 💀

My soul almost just left my body. So my friend handed me a pack of skittles and I ate them and then he goes "guess what? I have weed skittles" and I was like "WHAT?!" and he was like "oh not the ones I gave you I keep them in a different spot" like bro, you didn't think to deliver that sentence better?

Big fan of Dipper "if I ever see you again outside of my nightmares, there is no force in the universe that will stop me from putting you in the ground" Pines

I need to see more flashback scenes with these two SO. BAD. genuinely any interaction with og nice and wreck pls pls pls

inevitable departure

someone has to leave first—

that’s the rule,

etched in the marrow of every hello.

we pretend it’s far off,

an ending for another day,

but it sits between us like a shadow

at the dinner table,

quiet, patient,

unfolding napkins we never meant to place.

either you die,

or i do,

or you find a life somewhere else

with sunshine i can’t offer

and conversations that don’t ache.

maybe one day your heart

just stops echoing mine—

it forgets the beat we built.

one of us will leave first.

and god,

what a cruel truth that is.

because even in love,

even in the best of it,

there’s an expiration we can’t read

until it’s passed.

and the worst part?

the world won’t stop.

i’ll still have to wake up,

brush my teeth,

fold the sheets you once tangled in,

and somehow

teach my heart to recognize a new rhythm.

someone else’s laugh.

someone else’s shoulder

that will never feel quite right.

rebuilding is not bravery,

it’s necessity.

and i hate that.

i hate knowing

this beautiful thing

we cradle like glass

has a fault line running through it

we can’t see until it shatters.

but still—

i love you.

knowing full well

one of us will leave first.

and maybe that’s

the most human thing of all.