“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”
— Franz Kafka
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when you can sense a Mood incoming and feel like a farmer standing in a field looking out at the horizon as the storm approaches like “looks like it’s gonna be a bad one, boys”
I keep seeing positivity posts about being buried but actually you’re a seed and it’s supposed to be uplifting, I guess. That’s what happens when you die, though. I find it unsettling!
Gays rb this and tag your 80s song. You know the one
I don’t even do drugs and time travel is impossible but it’s a personal dream of mine to get really high with Matt Bellamy circa 2001 and talk about music and the zetas and shit
I have a hundred blogs just ignore them honestly.
The only nazi I wanna see is a dead one.
I love giving all of myself to something or someone I love. Can’t be apathetic to everything all the time, it’s a stupid way to live and it gets tiring. I also can’t be bothered to overextended myself for things that waste my time and prefer to reserve myself for what I please. Anyways, that’s how I’m doing.
I love scrolling my dash and relaxing, but then a rags-to-riches story except it’s an animal and the rags part is the animal destroyed and chewed up and dying and then they get help but you do realize I gotta S E E that animal all fucked up and that fucks me up could we stop posting those it’s 2018…
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