Reading The Atrocity Exhibition is the only time I ever feel truly seen. Sometimes this disturbs me, but mostly I'm happy to experience that.

I haven't registered my emotions for a couple of years now, or maybe it's always been on the decline. My touch with the reality of what my body, brain and soul desires. It might be you and I will never know. So I promise I'll know.

Some people are so overwhelmingly interesting. I wish that I could approach interesting people I barely know, or don’t know at all, and tell them: “You are so fascinating and I wish we could become friends. I want to know your deepest loves, desires, fears and regrets. I want to sit with you and talk for hours about the most intimate personal things, and get to know what you are made of. I want you to want the same from me, and if you did, I would give you absolutely everything and hold back nothing.” I wish we could have these sacred exchanges in this direct way, but it feels impossible. I find it immensely sad that the world doesn’t operate this way. It’s sad to think that maybe there are people out there that want to see and be seen in this all-consuming way, and maybe most of us are going through life not finding each other. Maybe it’s because we’ve been taught, in one way or another, that we should be afraid to expose our beautiful wounds or to ask this profound privilege of others, when we really shouldn’t be.

My pursuit of kicks drives people who are new in my life away, but I love the things I do more than I love the connection these people can provide.

This world holds all the knowledge. I know there is not enough time to grasp everything, so I will simply focus on my fingertips.

Everything I hate is a fault of my own doing.

Never have I experienced something that makes so much sense. I don't know who or what you are, but I am so grateful.

I'm happier than a Jehovah's Witness in a door factory.

Finally found peace in dull preachers laments, I’ve fallen out and in, always falling. Feelings antiquated I’m beyond worldly things yet here I lay. Selling lust on the corner no longer poses threats unknown. Singing to songs, writing no wrongs, it’s all a forgotten maze under collapsed pig shit. Incoherence plays no part, shooting words into some otherworldly plane where the message clears itself of misconceptions and retards. Massacres play themselves out over time. Seeds of sumptuous distress. Good god you look good in that dress

"L' hydre- universe tordant son corp écaillé d'astres" - Maybe we stop dreaming, maybe not. Our obligation is to accept the content of the letter, without knowing what it contains, what it contains, as well as the universe, and its problem of articulation with the singularities that make it up.

Around a year ago I was seeing this girl a few years younger than me. I started to have her prop her door open for me and wait in the bedroom, naked and on all fours on the bed, not allowed to turn back to see if it was me who had entered. We were both tremendously excited by this. I would enter her apartment and watch her body for a few minutes, not saying anything

I need romantic angst in my life so badly, but every time i've had it I also had the lowest self-esteem ever. I feel kind of bored without a man to obsess over.

I miss my ex situationship so much! I dont know what we were… we were having sex and gifting eachother stuff. I also dont know if I miss him or if I'm just hurt that he doesn’t seem to care about me, or want to know what I'm up to. I dont even think he thinks about me anymore, I don’t feel it. I finally deleted our texts! I can’t wait until I totally get over it, and someone that deserves me finds me. I just wish it was him.

I actually hate everyone in this world, even the ones I love. I wish I had more time to fix all of this.

Those who experience me beyond their ego will experience or be led to a bliss never-ending no matter the sins they have committed; I am beyond good and evil. However, karma is served only by you, as I am you, and you are me in different bodies.

I should delicately allow the absence of that which I’m longing for to settle comfortably in my being in this moment. As happy as I feel with, I feel without.

I dream of a soft hole I could crawl into that would make subtle noises and emit bright lights.

after a series of betrayals i no longer like my oldest brother, and his new girlfriend (now fiancée) is unbearably crass. i don’t like either of them at all but i’ve agreed to be her bridesmaid.

I hate my father but I don’t know why.

I'm sure life was created just so its unfolding would eventually crystalize into your present from.

Вогняна куля, помалу згасає за обрієм, теплі, душевні розмови і час плине непомітно, вкриваючи темряву нескінченним числом зірок, нагадуючи про людей котрих поруч вже не має...
Сум та глибоке щастя пам'яті, усвідомлення вічного та безцінного досвіду людського життя.

A ball of fire slowly fades behind the horizon, warm, soulful conversations and time passes imperceptibly, covering the darkness with an infinite number of stars, reminding of people who are no longer around...
The sadness and deep happiness of memory, awareness of the eternal and priceless experience of human life.

Lately, I haven’t been thinking or taking a break. I have been in lots of distraction, but I don’t know when to pause. And in my head it’ll all be all right. But will it? And I’m getting worse in the present. But I’m conscious while my world is slowly burning to the ground. I need advice and thoughts.

I am writing a book of poetry--a book that no one but I can believe in. I am invigorated, humbled, and afraid.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t talk. I feel like I wouldn’t be safe if I did. I have had a strain in my neck for weeks just thinking about this. I wonder how people can use the internet to lie. It is kind of the worst thing ever.

I see so much beauty and love. This world is so beautiful but Im terribly sad and it's so embarrassing to be this sad in a beautiful world.

Hi, thank you for allowing this space. I’m very conflicted. For three years I’ve heard whispers of things my brother’s friend has said about me, all hinting to him being interested in me. I’ve liked him since I met him but he never really came to talk to me or put effort in. Now I keep hearing things he’s asked about me but he has a girlfriend… I truly want to get to know him but am bothered by the way he’s treating this girl/ allowing her to treat him when hes basically said his mind is elsewhere while simultaneously not pursuing what he wants? Does he not know what he wants or does he not want me? Is what I’m hearing twisted? Should I not want him based on how hes acting or should I allow him grace? Again, is the info I’m getting even real? It’s so conflicting cause the chemistry is there but my brain knows right from wrong T-T

I had a crush on the doctor who performed a colonoscopy on me last year. He was probably 40 years older than me. I think maybe he kind of had a crush on me too.

The state of the world has me questioning the existence of our God for the first time, and i’m scared.

lately seizures have afflicted me, no one knows why, it’s very scary. So we look at everything. My doctor said my chest cavity is well proportioned & my intestines are perfect, everything looks perfect inside and would be a pleasure to feel in the hands. There’s nothing wrong. Everything is the right color. we talked about how soft and delicate the body is. He wants so many scans of my brain, he said he was going to take them home and study them. i think i’m falling in love with him

once when i was in highschool i saw a fire start in my backyard... my brother left the firepit on and it ate through our fence... i woke up at like 2am staring at the flames... went back to bed... and then woke up again to the firemen at our place hosing it down/chaos ensued also... i was just the heaviest sleepier and was so apathetic when i was tired... not like this anymore...

I still believe

I feel trapped.

when i have had a good time on a date, i like to go home and repeat my favourite stand out sentences from the date to myself in front of the mirror… relive them a second time in my own company… sometimes i imagine saying the sentences to someone else as well… like to an ex or someone who is no longer in my life…