Her hair’s the colour of dirt, not fire.


My heart is a vacant apartment, but anger is a sloppy tenant. 

Haven’t really glossed over the core of this phrase yet. “Get more stuff to get stuff faster” – this is the process of life. Not the point, but maybe just as important.

It’s about 500 words towards a book, not 500 words towards a diary. It’s fine though – I liked it while it lasted. It felt nice to squeeze something that didn’t exist. It was nice, pretending that something good could possibly come out of vomiting my daily build-up of bullshit. But that’s enough now. Enough with the games. This is the first one under 500. I’m excited. I hope you are, too.

When even your intentions are make-believe, maybe it’s time for a rebranding.

Identity. The answer’s identity. You lose your identity, you’re dead. In the loosest sense, of course. But still dead.

There’s about two things that are universally liked: things that are cute, and things that feel good. It changes based on how you define “cute” and what you think feels good, but in general, the “makes your insides feel fuzzy” type of things are pretty unwavering between human beings.