vent
[id: a sparse comic in six images. the first is black text on white background, reading, “lately i don’t feel quite right.” the second shows a figure with hollowed-out eyes clasping their hands near their chest, looking off to the side. the third shows the figure facing forwards and saying, “i worry sometimes i’m not really here.” the fourth shows the same figure in red outlines instead of black, and with no hands and their head detached from their neck; the wounds, along with their gaping eyes, are bleeding. the fifth zooms in on one hollow black eye; in the eye, in white text, reads, “but.” the sixth is white text on a black background, reading, “i don’t know where else i could be.” end id.]
a burning hill // mitski
1/5/22
stay calm
empty space where a childhood should be
Weep for yourself my man, you’ll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man. You’re not as brave as you were at the start
Little Lion Man, Mumford and Sons
this happened.. like. on thursday? anyway ive been sad about it.
Take my eyes, take them aside
Take my face, and desecrate
My arms and legs
They get in the way
friend break up