Just Got Rick Rolled In The Big ‘25

thinking a lot about how nostalgia is a lying cunt

“there is nothing here please go away”

David Lynch

Shed your old skin or die in it

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

a belief i hold with fervor is that there is no collective “best” of anything, it’s all objective.

obviously some things can be measured by their success, or efficiency, or attraction, but the idea of greatness, or first place, is completely objective. everyone will hold different things to different standards.

i say all of this because i think most people who love believe that their love interests are the most divine humans on the planet, and i don’t think they’re wrong.

i think a bunch of people can be the most divine people on the planet if they’re just considered the “most” divine by one person, because love has no rules and we’re all in our own conscience anyway.

moral of the story is that everything and everyone is uniquely significant and loved among every individual and i think that’s beautiful, and if something is “the best” to you then it just is the best. because it’s you, and your life type shit

Who up thinking about their best friend who is also lowkey something more but also it’s complicated but also it’s unofficial but also it’s really simple but also it’s just a mutual pining but also but also but also

just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.

when intense sadness is a regular part of your life, you stop caring entirely about how it makes you come across to people. i’m literally sitting in class sobbing like it’s normal. people are staring, but it’s just hard to care anymore. like yeah, i’m losing my shit due to the horrors. look away bro

I don’t know if people actually read my posts anymore but I apologize to those who do

hi guys something tells me that maybe against all odds, we will be ok