fucking fuck

[mycompassbroke]

i want to be that black bubble encasing black plastic, watching the entire world. or i would rather be covered in hair, on all fours, crunching leaves with others. i think i would rather be any anything other than this cursed embodiement of earaches, flushes, ignorance and pain. i hurt. you hurt. we hurt. we wander in search of ourselves in other people and get dissapointed when they are just theirselves and not ourselves and writh in envy because we could never witness their humble birthing beginings and we feel disconnected with our other, in turn disconnecting ourselves.

bring me back a god, or bring me back a wolf.