hello i'm theseus and i say random stuff and write poetry and ramble a lot
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we have. such different tumblr pages. i love that for us :)
hey!! yes we do :3
"Hamsters don't live that long, it's not worth it" The average hamster lives for two years, which is 24 months, which is 730 days, which is 17520 hours, which is 1051200 minutes. Why must we as humans diminish the effect of time
i offer you fanfiction in return for my soul
One thing I've learned so far in life is to never trust anything you think during the night.
If it's past the time you usually go to sleep, do not make any decisions, because in the morning you will find them very stupid.
Oftentimes I have awoken in the middle of the night with a 'genius' idea that, just a few hours later when the sun rises, I look back at and go: "what kind of fucking imbecile came up with that"
This is a super big passion project of mine so if you're interested I'd be thrilled if you checked it out <3
Leaked Glass Houses excerpt, perhaps?????!??!
GLASS HOUSES WILL BE RELEASED WITHIN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS!! Keep an eye out... it might be sooner than you think :3
what if instead we all died? || a recent drawing i made
i should have expected
that when you left
you would do so with a cold glare in your eyes
and a lie balanced on your tongue
who was i to think you would change?
after all
your favorite thing to do was lie to me
how to outline a story:
write a bullet point list of everything that happens
realize it doesn’t make sense
cry
start writing anyway
I will never be gentle again;
I will be the knife's edge, the syringe's needle, the gun's bullets;
I will die in a way so that when you find my body
It will hurt just as much
As if I had plunged a knife deep into your chest
"You are no god, you are worse than the monster you created" - my english teacher, being oddly poetic about frankenstein
august.
oh, avidulous month!
laughter abating
to make room for abashedness
and the everarching
abnormalization
of what we are permitted
to accomplish
oh august!
i ask only this
of you:
let your month not be appaling
but appeal to the addictive sense
of apathy
and leave the abrasiveness
to the approaching months
the scars on my skin
are the prettiest part of me
because of the effort
it took to carve them
with a single needle
and unbridled rage
i love life to the point where it hurts
to the point where i must give it up
because i do not deserve
to be gifted such a thing
because i have failed
and if reincarnation is real
i hope to hand this chance at life
off to someone
more deserving than me
if there is a god
i hope he knows
he will have to beg
for my forgiveness.
if i make it to heaven
i and the masses
will stand at the gilded gates
and we will not enter
because heaven was made for saints
and we
having been through hell
are no more than sinners
and would spoil it