Or Lack Thereof - Blog Posts
I don’t have children so take this with a grain of salt but I hate when you can tell people like the concept of their children more than their well-being. Parents like the concept of an all-beige nursery that’s photogenic more than they care about the development of their kid’s brain. They like the concept of a cutely dressed kid in designer clothes more than they care about their comfort and personal desires. They like the concept of a child who never eats poorly more than they care about the happiness that can come from a child eating some candy now and then. People need to stop treating their kids like little dolls
depression is something i will never understand because i emotionally feel nothing except some dull sadness in my chest while im sitting in a dark room watching pocahontas and calling all of the character gay every time they look at each other and silently wishing for a giant fucking caeser salad
guys am. am I winning at coding yet .
Maybe I should’ve known romantic love was a lost cause
for me when I fell
More in love with the moon than any person;
When my soul ached for one more minute under the stars,
Rather than the company of someone else.
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Or maybe I should’ve known when the forest beckoned
me home—
Craggy trails and footstep-less dirt singing a siren’s song.
When disappearing into the wild seemed more right
Than handing someone my heart;
When emerald pines and russet ground seemed a more
welcome place
Than someone’s embrace.
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Or maybe there was no way to know.
Maybe it always would’ve been this—
the moon and the stars and the trees and the earth—
the persistent sense of wrong—
the slow discovery, the quick recovery—
Maybe, in the end, it would always have been like this.
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—Hindsight (y.c.)
My Therapist: "American-Accent Caleb isn't real and cannot hurt you." Caleb c2e1:
Ode to my week
Yesterday I bought some fruit
I pulled some plants up by the root
The day before I washed my clothes
And ruined the entire load
My ancient shelf fell off the wall
It launched my file box with its fall
And took my yarn and picture frame
The glass has broken, not my games
I need to do some gardening
My knees say that’s not happening
But still I got to pet my cat
And give her a cute little hat
My job does not appreciate
My physical restrictive trait
There’s so much paperwork of late
It’s something that my doctor hates
Today I tried to drink root beer
It fell and my whole room is smeared
I swear hekkin everywhere
My outlet, art book, printer, chair
This week is a chaotic mess
There’s been some good I must confess
I’m still sending an SOS
Ridiculous- just let me rest