I want one of those “gazelle raised by a lion” stories where, instead of being heartwarming and adorable, the gazelle learns how to survive on meat, and becomes a ravenous killing machine, and then teaches other gazelles and ends up leading a pride made up of lions and bloodthirsty gazelles equally.
you ever get in a mood that the emotions you feel are so complexly interwoven and mostly negative that you feel sick and your arms and legs get ice cold and you sort of blurt out everything you want to say with no punctuation or rhyme or reason because i feel that way and it is dumb very very dumb
should i do more audio posts like that? or is it too much.
just a thing i’m thinking of doing for me.
Good folk music always fills me with a sort of joyous existentialism. Like, nothing I do will ever matter or change anything, and even the things I think I can control aren’t that important, but fuck it!
Someone should take me driving all night so I can see the sunset and the sunrise because that is when I am the most content.
Further clarification: I want to be in Firefly.
Clarification: I want to live in space with a crew of misfits in our barely held together ship.
Some day I want to have a computer room that when I look out the window I feel like I’m a systems tech on a starfrigate.
i suggest permanent marker on your hand as a reminder! also bribe friends so that they’ll side with you. whahahahahaha.
Yeah but I need the money to buy sonic! I can’t bribe friends with it. Maybe I could do menial labour for them? I’m good at digging holes and carrying things!