Carrying around unrequited love is dragging around a rug with a corpse wrapped inside – hoping to save both.
It’s putting out a fire in hell, it’s debating the sun, it’s praying to a god who doesn’t exist:
hopeless.
-kt
I think it is beautiful that we will all, one day, feed the bugs.
I like that everything in life is personally meaningful but cosmically insignificant.
It reminds me that I am a soul above all else; it will persist when even the bugs are gone.
-kt
How do you put the Sun into words?
Like a pride of lions chasing quick-witted, agile gazelles, the words escape us.
We will only catch them when Mother decides we’ve appreciated it all enough.
-kt
People are so comfortable being negative and hateful, online especially but in real life as well. I understand my harsh review and joy expressed below aren’t looking great right now, but this is my website so here is my hypocrite take: we all have judgements and criticisms, but the people who dedicate such energy to hating, disliking, judging inside and out – they are rotting their own souls. The contrarians, dissenters, and naysayers don’t just ruin others’ fun, they’re eating away at themselves as well. Anger and hate have a price, better to be an optimist and a believer in people!
Today I saw a news story that said Baileys’ Range’s building is up for sale. I have nothing against the owners, and I do wish them well, but it filled me with overwhelming joy because that food was genuinely the worst shit I have ever eaten. Have you ever had a fried pickle that was reminiscent of a deep fried baseball mitt? Well, hopefully now you never will.