flooper

on my bucket list

they just want to say hi

can you remove the clouds from over yourself so i can take some good pictures, thanks mate. really pissing me off over here

it is 104 degrees?

there's a metaphor somewhere in here i just haven't found it yet

YEEEOOUCCHHHH

i would rather be a puppeteer for the devil himself and commit horrible crimes that i am then convicted for and tried in court, where my excuse that the devil himself told me to do it doesn't hold up and i get sentenced to death by electric chair, then have to live with this for one more second

ruins my focus, gives me headaches, i lose time - but at least i remain conscious and alert, up top!

big yeouch but this time its persistent and ambitious (but i get pity points)

standing up sucks, feels like the devil himself, need i say more

not entirely awful! annoying during conversations or in public spaces, but not extremely bothersome relatively

feels nice to repeat things, im not hurting anyone, meow type shit

pretty sure everyone else is the problem but whatever

not fun, but not terrible to deal with year-round. more manageable than other conditions during winter, but still sucks.

ill make it someday (rated lower for all consuming fear of failure)

this healing shit is really difficult can we skip to the part where it's already over with please; I'd like to move on

like tar in your pores, seeping into your skin and making home there - only useful when needed

aiming for the event horizon and knowing there will be nothing past it (get it?)

stars supernova before they die and I think that's inspirational

i like the universe because it reminds me that i am insignificant compared to the greater picture, and that anything i do now will only ever be remembered in this level of emotion as I am feeling it now - I should spend my time living rather than surving as to not waste what little time I have been given by the complete by chance formulation of our small, small world as we know it, because none of it will matter in the long run and who will remember me if I dont