sometimes i think about how he was the guy who would literally risk it all to save a random puppy in the street, but could not bring himself to fight the demons in his head—it's like the universe decided the world needed more heroics but forgot that heroes also need saving sometimes
péter magyar is a complete scam artist—no more money for cpac? he's just going to hand it all over to the globalists in europe instead. and geert wilders is a coward hiding behind his antisemitic cranks while the nazis run wild at cpac? disgraceful!
woke up this morning to find my entire phone screen cracked because it just fell off the couch overnight. feels like a sign, like my life has reached that point where even my phone wants to quit on me.
woke up this morning to find my entire phone screen cracked because it just fell off the couch overnight. feels like a sign, like my life has reached that point where even my phone wants to quit on me.
sitting in my empty studio, i look out the window at people laughing and sharing meals. they have friends, they have life, and i'm here eating instant noodles and having full on conversations with myself just to feel like someone's listening, it's just exhausting to watch them thrive while i feel so stuck and small.