Was It Casual When I Went To Every Universe Because I Knew You Were The Only One Who Could Save Me From

On that spring awakening cocaine RN

eating bagel (day 117)

I feel like my soul will collapse every time i think about the goldfinch. to have that kind of love?? across the years? unacknowledged yet heavy in memory? to be someone’s beloved? 

i know I'm romanticising the part of the story i latched on to rather than focusing on the larger theme of addiction and obsession, but there was something just so raw about the goldfinch. Some people think complex language and ornate descriptions are inauthentic, but for me, they represent the unknowable-ness, the exhaustion, the overwhelmed, adoring mind. 

and then there were nooooone

(happy moritz monday)

Welcome back Jesus of Nazareth.

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "the word of your body" 😳 you’ll zonked out of your gourd 💯

me: yeah whatever. I don't feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw ilse in the forest

my buddy melchior pacing: the church is lying to us

forget your mbti are you a Don't Do Sadness person or a Blue Wind person