but how exactly do you know which one is the lesser?
sometimes i wonder what constantflux is up to and how he’s doing. he was the first person i followed on this site whom i didn’t already know in real life. i looked forward to his posts, and i really miss seeing them on my dash :\ just sending that out there…jake, you are missed.
I fell in love with a whale.
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
I HAD TO BREAK MY SILENCE FOR JUST A MINUTE HERE TO SAY:
AMERICAN HORROR STORY, YOU GUYS. AMERICAN FUCKING HORROR STORY.
that is all.
this is prob the exact replica of my dream apt.