raw, unedited, unoriginal shitposting.
july 6th 2025

There is a thorn in my side.
I am forced to clutch it.
I feel as if I am made of marble.
Indifferent, reluctantly stoic, but still fragile.
I doubt its explanatory power,
yet it is something that is deepening me, deepening us.
The thorn will deepen.
It will be unbearable, but I am capable of accepting it
because as I am capable of feeling every inch it goes deeper, I know that I will feel every centimeter I pull out.
And even if it's a fraction of a fraction of a centimeter
I will live for a fraction of a millimeter.
I feel for the boy with the thorn.
But I am not marble. One day mine will come out.
july 1st 2025
don't waste your energy fighting problems that have not happened yet.
f*cking idiot.
june 30th 2025
you are ordinary.
a good life should include loss and change.
your worth is not something that needs to be approved,
rather it is something you only need to appreciate.
this is what it means to be ordinary.