Lobotohmy - Insert Alias Here

what if i *remembers that making suicide jokes is not conducive with my goal of improving the wellbeing of myself and everyone around me* transform into an oyster

starchaser + wolfstar double date 🌙✨☀️

Films watched in 2021.

342: Diários de Otsoga (Maureen Fazendeiro & Miguel Gomes, 2021)

★★★★★★★☆☆☆

“There’s nothing for them to solve.”

I'm starting a collection. Idk what the aesthetic is. Blorbocore

everything is so so significant to me how am i supposed to live

starting a foundation that gives disadvantaged children one wild ass night at the club

yes i recognize this is just how people should be treated normally and how things should go. normally. but when it comes to me. well. I have lived. a life

You tell a lot of people you love them..

That’s the point of living, dummy.

the lobotomy was a failure. tgey trued to scoop that thang out and it bit them cause it lovesme too much to leave

“It’s one of those days. They’re asking me how you are, as though you’d still confide in me. As though I had an inkling of what you were up to. They’re staring at me with their glasses of champagne and their painted smiles, wondering aloud how I’m doing without you. I say I’m happy for you, then I cry myself to sleep at night. It doesn’t matter how much time passes. The memories cut deeper the more times I turn them over. Just like that, you got into that car that one day in September, wearing your maroon trenchcoat and your too-long scarf, and when you slammed the door shut, you did not even look back. Not once. Not even for me. You left it all behind. Your mind was always too big to live in such a small town, your mum used to say, but I didn’t agree. I thought the city would choke you. I thought it’d rob you of the air you needed to breathe - I nearly find myself wishing it had and I’m sorry for it. The city was at your feet from the moment you moved into that apartment overviewing the river, put up your mismatched mugs on your shelf in the kitchen and filled the rooms with your laughter. What hurt me the most was not you leaving me behind without hesitation. It was me realising that I could never be that person. I could never get into a car and slam the door shut on everything that used to mean the world to me and never look back. This is not who I am. I am the one who stays behind and answers questions about the people who left. If someone happens to ask you about me, do you tell them you‘re happy for me and mean it?”

— the one who stays behind / n.j.