April Fools In A Few Weeks. Who Will Ask Me To Be Their Fool

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

please don't be mean to me bc i can be meaner and i hate being mean

ive SEEN quiet toilets. i KNOW we have the technology.

i mean fuck i like pain i like grief i like desolation i like sorrow i like to mourn

it’ll be fine I just have to be a shaking terrified animal about it

i love not talking #theobserver

sorry i overreacted i had no idea everything would be fine

love is a beautiful thing and although it can be painful I would encourage everyone to do it and do it often without the hesitation of "what if I get hurt?" you will get hurt but why is that so frightening? have you no trust in your own ability to be hurt and get over it? how silly when your whole life is a testament to your resilience