what was i thinking..

Death, and its glorious future.

We just want to get high.

And Sleep Forever

I promise to write, on tuesday i promise to write everything i’ve owed for half a year.
It’s been exponentially due, and i’m looking forward to it as much. Time isn’t the unit to measure this; it’s intangible and weeks, months are inadequate.

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Although, it would have been nice, but we asked to be rendered the best. And i believe that it is good.
Relevo Sursum; cheer up.

am a playlist of esoteric songs.

why is there none sense of urgency? maybe my goals are too achievable, too mediocre. after all, i’m just aiming to promote, that’s all. should i be aiming for a’s, as if it were the a’s? No.

fcuk it.
i love the uk.

as queer as possible.

the unusual paradox of feeling comfort in being left out. after going through so many fazes in life, you realise it loops round. and you realise that it is all insignificant; only significant enough to be a distraction.

it is about the petty pity you feel for yourself, the comfort you convince yourself you want. all this despite knowing the utter absence of truth. yet, there is a nearly palpable joy, only nearly. but you know that it is all insignificant, all insignificant without any cost. So how about it? Let’s be as queer as possible.

Because sometimes, the only joy left exists without itself.