I have been writing/thinking a lot about headaches recently.
My head hurts almost every day, and it’s been this way for around six years.
I don’t know why my head always hurts, but I’ve gotten used to it, so it doesn’t bother me as much as it seems.
Also, enjoy a pinhole image I made that I like to call Slain, featuring my skeleton friend, Cosmo.
i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention
tired of wanting and waiting and willing things to happen. i need this anxious feeling in my chest to subside.
some snippets from my notes + images i’ve collected and don’t remember where from
this is me :)
From Elodie Hollant's chapbook, My Dad Used To Eat Hummingbird Hearts, available from Bottlecap Press!
i want to be a vampire so bad. it would open up a whole new world of procrastination. puts off finishing a novel for 100 years. i don’t do the dishes for 20. oh wait i don’t have dishes because i suck blood. another fucking win
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
i figured it out :)
how the FUCK do you fish in stardew valley.
the tumblr gods have bestowed the gift of visibility upon me 😁🤞 thank u tumblr gods 😍
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies