i was trying to open a pickle jar and it fell and shattered on the floor and there was pickles and glass and juice everywhere and i slow turned to my cat and whispered “well we sure do find ourselves in a pickle here” then stood there laughing alone in a dark house illuminated by the fridge light while surrounded by my disaster
The science witch trials
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions.
I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality.
And it will be the death of me.
Depression is so hip and fun and wow I’m so deep from it look how tragically beautiful it makes me won’t someone please come fix me with their love