Psucheworld

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

once i get into warm blankie its over

Me talking about writing: It’s holy, to create. To make something out of nothing and emptiness. To make somethings broken and somethings full. Somethings tragic and somethings wonderful. To put into words that sharpness of living, the vivid colors, the ones that gray. How truely godly it is! How devine! To create in our own image, whatever image we wish. So is the nature of life! Out of us constantly emerging something, something, something. So is the nature of man, to make ourselves gods. What else is there but that? But our eternal making, time snatching at it with such clawing hands. What rebellious little things we are. What impudent, what childish, what stupid, what brilliant gods we are.

Me writing: click clack

I saw a post about how to get a good vocabulary, so I would just like to offer my own advice. The only way to get a good, affordable vocabulary under capitalism is to steal it. Steal someone’s vocabulary.

i’ve changed my mind actually being a girl is like i’m gonna kill someone else

being a girl is like I'm gonna kill myself

who up concerned that they might “become lost in the world of signs and forget the things they signify”

little crazy love song by Mary Oliver