had to turn it into ascii.

beautiful things come and go, but they come

mother oog die. oog cry until no water left. elder oog come, not say "everything okay" or "she in better place." elder oog just say: "yes. supposed to hurt this much. that how much love was." somehow that make oog feel better than all comfort words combined. love, oog

romanticizing the water again

Notice when this is what your scrolling actually is.

You’re not a problem to be solved you’re a soul to be understood

Been staring at this photo from Trump’s gatsby party a lot today. When I had Xanax induced sleep paralysis I would see this woman. I didn’t think she was real but here she is in the flesh

She gets on hinge and finds the mayor of New York All I find are men who make super smash bros ultimate their entire life

i love when the water sparkles

DONALD TRUMP ENDS WOKENESS. EVERY DAY. AT NOON.

He moves through a realm not made for him, where order has replaced nature. A world that mirrors the shape of creation but improperly. The mechanisms hum like wind streams without souls, precise but hollow, lacking spirit. Where am I, he wonders. Sometimes, I understand him.

How strange it is to be anything at all

Happy anniversary to all who celebrate.