Don't. Get. Attached.

I believe we live in the end of the age of capitalism, we live in the century capitalism will finally die, but we must ask, what comes after, we will never be a hundred percent sure what it will be like until we start building it, so we must dream and imagine it, and multiple dreams will exist in one world, I am sure of it, I have multiple dreams, multiple imaginings, and none are perfect, but all are far better than now.

A dream of this small town with buildings of brick with plants climbing them, beautiful colours scattered, cars a rarity, the sounds of birds singing and kids playing in the streets, I am able to sit down on this comfortable bench, eating a sandwich as the world goes by.

A dream of going to a library and being able to get an audiobook, digital copy or paper book of anything, listen to stories as I sip a nice warm drink and watch, and hear people truly enthused to learn because they got to choose to without worry.

A dream of living in a village of maybe a couple hundred people, and going to a community gathering where people cook and share with all, and where the next day I help pull weeds from a kind persons garden, just because I can and they'd like the help.

Dream of worlds you would enjoy living in, as without dreams and stories, we don't have a future, to truly dream and imagine a better world is to start to create it, dream and share those dreams, as they will help bring on a better world.

self evaluation 💯

This has no theme I guess

or maybe it does

But it’s just that’s it’s november now and it’s cold and lonely without you and time doesn’t move like it’s supposed to and I don’t know what to do

others : having fun and/or getting in successful colleges and stuff

me : trying to convince my partner to not leave after i had a mental breakdown over them having s3xual relations with 3+ others and mopping my warm blood from the floor with a wet tissue

this is gonna end bad

everytime i look into the mirror i see a vaguely female shaped humanoid thing staring back at me. and its repulsive. i dont want to have a body anymore.

timid, white, borderline mentally ill young man meets an exuberant, energetic and dramatic young man while travelling to a new place. together, they create a MENS ONLY club which serves as a metaphor for queerness. they also have a homoerotic friendship btw. however, by the end of the film, energetic dramatic friend dies of a bullet to the head and the timid man must watch bittersweetly as the club he once happily created with this friend falls apart. now real question is this the premise of fight club or dead poets society

do drugs jack off kill yourself then wake up in the morning and have a cup of cawfie n eat some cigarettes