Me in tumblr dot com talking about what's going on with my life like
movies peaked when sets had unmoving painted skies and rocks carved out of styrofoam
god makes me suffer on purpose because i look handsome in the depths of agony and covered in blood
it is actually very common for people to say “there are no innocents on the side of my enemy.” against such an opponent you can theoretically justify anything
a lot of people are very enthusiastic about violence towards “acceptable” targets, and will expand the list of acceptable targets in order to satisfy this desire.
distrust those in whom the urge to punish is strong.
i’m actually legitimately a little distressed with the passing of jimmy buffett. i’m not sure if it’s just serving as an outlet for something else but i’m crying a little
at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder
asking myself "why continue" & finding the answer is always, in some form, "i want to know what happens next", even if that want is tired or detached or outright morbid
