(no subject)
i hate this feeling. it's a botched feeling if anything.
you have your innards out on the table right? and there's like a million sentient beings around you, all holding knives, just waiting for the right moment when they can pierce through your arteries and through your kidneys and gallbladders.
and you're in this suspended state, with strings hanging you from the ceiling, and at any given moment you could just drop and plunge into this sabbatical state of drowning.
wait, right, is that right? run.run.run.RUN.BITCH.RUN.
sighs.
why are human emotions so complex?
and on another pinnacle of unrelatedness,
when you assume you make an ass out of you and me.
you have your innards out on the table right? and there's like a million sentient beings around you, all holding knives, just waiting for the right moment when they can pierce through your arteries and through your kidneys and gallbladders.
and you're in this suspended state, with strings hanging you from the ceiling, and at any given moment you could just drop and plunge into this sabbatical state of drowning.
wait, right, is that right? run.run.run.RUN.BITCH.RUN.
sighs.
why are human emotions so complex?
and on another pinnacle of unrelatedness,
when you assume you make an ass out of you and me.