pros of being bipolar: i know my horrible moods are gonna end pretty soon
i wish i had a thicc girlfriend to hug and get squished by
this is how i feel after fuckign everything up forever.
This daunting and deathlike alteration Is like drifting towards the open sea Struggling to keep my head above the water But the towering waves are overwhelming me
This profound horror is unspeakable And no one can grasp my concern Descending into the inconceivable With no hope of return
I see shapes of ghost like beings Watching me with eyes of frigid stone The reason for their voiceless presence And frightening demeanor is unknown
This profound horror is unspeakable And no one can grasp my concern Descending into the inconceivable With no hope of return
No one is able to relieve me No one can ever set me free Fading into nonhuman existence Detached in obscurity
O Lord, I am happy to have seen what no one has seen before but I am also overwhelmed with fear.
i’ve forgotten how to sleep because i realized there is no death.
'meta-stable': never quite able to take themselves seriously because always aware that the terms in which they describe themselves are subject to change, always aware of the contingency and fragility of their final vocabularies, and thus of their selves.
this blog has become an artwork depicting my descent into a black hole within myself