Elara chokes back a sob.

He… he is gone…

Often it’s the myth of a magical underworld inside the rock caves saves me from walking past life. I wish for the waves to rush into and swallow me in. I do not want to count the shells on shore.

Sadness.

do any of you guys know how to get a lot of string lights cheaply?

my good pen died D:

5483 x 3060

I can’t stomach this silence. It’s too much.

The Other 98% FB 😢😢😢

It still hurts even though I tell my friends im over it. Even though its been a while. Even though time keeps passing. The world keeps moving and no one else around me is affected by the fact you are gone. But in the quiet moments I think of you. What it would be like to talk to you one last time.

Vaya bajón de kks que me ha dado eh!

After several straight months of refusing to update both my phone and this app

My phone has forced me to update, and in turn since it needed wifi-auto updated Tumblr at the same time

I mourn you old app, may you rest in peace 😞

oh… riley kidney… bye…

I open a dating app, start swiping, and within seconds I flood with anger covering guilt and sadness and fear.

I have no idea what that person wants.

I have no idea how to integrate that person into my life.

I don’t want to expend the effort to get to know this other person or to be known by them.

I look like a dweeb.

They look like a dweeb.

I resent my own desire for human contact and my belief that this is a natural and proper way to satisfy that desire.

The sadness of two people floundering in a wasteland for human connection crushes me.

La tristesse (Sadness) (n/d) by Delphin Enjolras (French, 1857 – 1945), pastel on paper, 63.8 × 53.4 cm (25 × 21 in.), Private Collection

nooo today’s pod ep is so short

It’s really dark outside again. My energy levels feel non-existent. I woke up three or four hours ago, and I’m already tired enough that I just want to go back to bed. My stomach feels cramped, I’m exhausted and I feel slightly miserable again. I don’t know if I’m getting better from my cold, and I don’t know when I’ll be fully better.

I keep wanting to write new notes about things like me wanting to wait until monday to masturbate or whatever. I have more stuff I could probably write. But I’m not feeling great, honestly. And I hate that the weather is so dark and dreary out.