Catherynne M. Valente, From The Bread We Eat In Dreams; "The Red Girl," Published In 2013

the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also

Ugh, hit with the social anxiety beam again.

idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

Why are there sleeping positions and levels of comfort that are only discoverable in the morning hours when you're supposed to get up?

Being killed in an accident would be like winning the lottery

the voice of the devil

dissociative amnesia haver: wow i wish i remembered shit

dissociative amnesia havers when they remember:

dissociative amnesia havers when the memories then get taken from them: