This And Everyone Asked About You

eughhhhhh

We all make mistakes just some of us bigger and worse and scarier ones than others

remember—there’s no “i” in homunculus. that’s why they do 90% of the manual labor around my tower

I wish I was a bear so I’d have a cave to crawl back into. Plus I could sleep all the time

feeling sick to my stomach and i’m literally about to arrive at the function aftuallyyyyyyyy kill me

getting my own feelings hurt over shit i made up in my head i’m tweaking it’s like i Want to be miserable and alone

Who up thinking about their best friend who is also lowkey something more but also it’s complicated but also it’s unofficial but also it’s really simple but also it’s just a mutual pining but also but also but also

It’s getting bad again

feeling

I live for passion bro

Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.

For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.

I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.