i guilt myself the most i am the one with the bugs that crawl around my stomach and make me cough my heart out so i dont have the strength to live as a real person who feels moderately and all my emotions are leaking over themselves and sinking me in im not sure how ill survive adulthood
i want to say that i feel empty all the time and its true. its like those small moments where i have to pause in whats happening and just think about if i feel anything right then, and i dont. it feels hollow and fake, i feel hollow and fake. i read things to make myself cry and it reminds me more how theres nothing inside and i dont know how to fix that. i dont necessarily wish to die but i do wish to feel something or just disappear if its not possible. everything feels fake and metal and unattainable. i just wish i felt something other than everything st once or just anger
"It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter anymore, And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it ago."
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ruth Tiffanny
i adore the thought of soulmates in every century/world/universe/life/forever but they aren't lovers every time. like in some worlds they are just a dog and a person and that's okay. in another— a cat and a butterfly that landed on its nose, a young person who befriends an older person, a fisherman and a mermaid they catch, a pirate and their squawking parrot, two orcas communicating from miles away, whatever. doesnt matter cause its always you. it will always be you and yes theres reincarnation's random surprises but ill take any form of you, as much of you as possible and expect you in my life always and anyways
miyazaki hayao is my role model
the worst kind of pain is when you realize you never got to give them the spotify playlist you made for them
we live in a dirt house. the inside is dirt, the ground is dirt, there are worms engorging on my insides, and tired insects are trapped and wandering. and i feel so full of everything and yet i'm starving, i find no direction to blossom. you're the ceiling and i'm trying to claw under the door, so i grow out the window and i feel ike a dirty woman. i feel like ivy
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
behind the scenes of hirokazu kore-eda's monster (2023)
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