nevermind im mad at her again
i need to hug my mother and cry into her neck because i miss the warm embrace of her womb and this bed is too cold for me; i just wish she held me. i just want her to care for me forever, no matter how bitter and painful loving me is
“I don’t like the idea of ‘understanding’ a film. I don’t believe that rational understanding is an essential element in the reception of any work of art. Either a film has something to say to you or it hasn’t. If you are moved by it, you don’t need it explained to you. If not, no explanation can make you moved by it.”
— Federico Fellini
it bothers me that you often don't really hear about people having a "favorite album" the way they might have a favorite movie or favorite video game
reading sex is sooo much more fun than watching sex
favorite thing to do is steal other peoples creative decorations and pretend like i thought of that like i saw a computer decorated w stickers and i decided im gonna copy exactly that and pretend i thought of it
yeah it hurts when u lose people but it hurts more when they just drift away from u. then it feels like an act of fate that cant be controlled and not because of either of u. its just because thats how things are and u cant stop the fact u've outgrown each other or the fact u aren't their person anymore
thinking about this
“your my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”
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It’s rotten work but only if it’s you. When I do it for other people it’s fine, enjoyable even.
i despise you so much im filled with bitterness its taken over me its your fault.