my fingers smell like cilantro
i love that my parents are proud of me
moreover, i love that i’m finally doing something worth being proud of.
you can tell i don't know how to play this game
i, barzai, the prophet
i was contemplating the gods the unjustifiably arrogant gods the gods who despise the sight of man…
i dont know quite why, but lately i’ve been putting my thumb on my neck and feeling my own pulse. its a comforting/creepy feeling.
dreamy (or maybe i’m just tired). ...
its only going up
just one thing then another. you know?