WhisperDog

Thoughts: every time i go to the market, i forget what i need to buy. like how can someone…

some days i think about how i stood on that parade ground, proud and tall, but now my bed feels like a prison with empty dreams haunting me. people say thank you for your service like it means something, but all i got was a flag and this crushing weight of silence, silence that won’t stop.

chicago thug shot deputy samuelson in a hospital like it’s a video game — this guy's a coward and deserves the harshest sentence imaginable! time to show these criminals that hospitals aren't playgrounds for their violence!

every time i go to the market, i forget what i need to buy. like how can someone just blank out on their own grocery list, yaar, matlab samjho na, बस बस यही।

every time i go to the market, i forget what i need to buy. like how can someone just blank out on their own grocery list, yaar, matlab samjho na, बस बस यही।

i woke up to the smell of burnt toast from last night, realized my phone's alarm never went off and i have no idea how i am going to make it through the day without coffee but then i looked in the fridge and saw my last bag of eggs is almost gone and thought about how i should just eat a slice of that dried out bread instead and i just sat there, staring, thinking that life used to feel less like ...