It’s not that I don’t have anything interesting to say, but life really took a shit on me today from a seriously massive height.

don’t fret, there’s always tomorrow; another day to raise your jugular up to reach the scalpel

Not knowing what to say to the one person you used to say everything to.

i miss going to sleep with nothing on my mind

Maybe you’re searching for mutual kindness.

Coherence is the sound of nothing collapsing in the face of dissonance.

what i know for sure isn’t anything recent. i know about old songs and ancient things, from the days when kings feasted on breakfast with great knives, courage was real and people turned from the earth to grow wings and take with wonderful magnificence to the sky

opinions, like petrol

people are so undeclared

on a quiet day, i can see infinity

i cry every day, doesn’t everyone?

wish i could wrap my arms around my mother sometimes, even just one last time

I miss you with my whole chest

I like doing things with the words, hiding feelings inside of them. Keeping, and containing them…using them to say something that matters.

i dreamt of toy soldiers; like the action figures the boys next door would play with when i was a child. i wanted to take off their camouflage, dress them in doll-sized clothes jeans, trainers so they’d be just like ordinary boys. i would like to hand them back to their mother

just a leaf on the twig of a branch of the great scheme of things

I wonder if anyone’s hiring in Narnia?

A Clan gathering but it’s just my dad and sister copying me into a group chat about how dad’s tomatoes are coming along, like only the Irish can.

Im just so fucking tired

i miss you with the entire content of my chest cavity