You can look at a scar and see hurt, or you can look at a scar and see healing.
there’s a market for posthumous social media erasing
also i hate myself for my “tumblr popular” posts
i need a drink lol
i feel like my life is gonna be like that with various decisions, and i will die without any apples
i’m standing at the foot of an apple tree, i look up and there are so many different apples. some look better than others, none look exactly the same, but a lot look appealing. as i stand, time passes and some apples fall off. “i still haven’t picked an apple,” i think to myself. more fall. now i’m getting nervous - which one should i pick? as more fall, i become more anxious. soon all the apples are gone and i reflect on my time at the tree. i could’ve picked any apple, instead i watched them all fall
wish i was potato mm
am i a body, a soul, a soul in a body, a body holding a soul, a potato