I Want To Make A Thousand Side Blogs

the worst kind of social interaction you can have is when you don't know if you passed or failed it but you know you could have done better. like it was fine i guess but if someone shot me in the back of the head right now i wouldn't complain.

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

days keep happening to me. and nights also. no say in it whatsoever

Blackout poetry is wonderful because it can often transform something penis neutral and relatively innocent balls into something rather crass and butt and I don't know there's something that just appeals to me about that and furthermore boobs vagina

no thoughts, just anxiety

Who is to say a walrus isn't a fairy. Did you ever think of that

I have a lot of thoughts

I want time to move fast because I'm impatient and I want better days to come but at the same time I want time to slow down because I'll never be this age again and I'll regret it later, hope this helps

they're adding a new chamber to my heart tomorrow