october begins and i arrive late bearing a jester. ty to @nixnephili for the prompt list
friendship can be so fleeting no wonder humans are so scared to be vulnerable . what do you mean we put our hearts and souls into people only for something as simple as time to rob our bonds … what do you mean some friendships just aren't meant to last forever?? that sometimes we outgrow people we once knew better than the lines on our palms?? when the version of them we have in our heads becomes outdated, when it means nothing that we know exactly how they take their coffee and why they don't talk about their brother. that today I mean the world to somebody who might only think of me on my birthday in a years time. what an open fucking wound.
Today's children don't know what it was like when half of your photographs would turn out with demonically glowing red eyes.
A demon simply called The Brother. It doesn't have siblings or any family, and it's ambiguous whether that creature itself is even male at all. It just keeps turning everything and everyone into broth.
boo
i wonder if getting tossed around in a storm feels good to a tree. thorough shaking. the closest we could get is being put in a can and violently shook. trees are made to dance in the wind. it looks so enjoyable. dead branches fall off. dancing so hard your dead limbs that just didn't make it snap off of you. like a crocodile getting brushed by a flat broom.
Having a hyperfixation while being in a depressed episode is so fucking crazy. All Food tastes bad and I can’t bring myself to shower and reading for an assignment sounds like waterboarding but show me a good fic of Boo Boo Johnnykins and suddenly the world is sunny and for Boo Boo Johnnykins I won’t kill myself for another day