isnt it odd how the human mind expands inwardly forever
i can build characters and worlds and universes and define new laws of nature
construct stories and timelines and fit it all together inside my own head
and yet i can’t draw a fUCKING LAMP
a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.
'just you and me against the world' more like 'just you and me against a wall' am i right
hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm