Miniature of state of Florida in oranges and grapefruit
Cypress Gardens, Winter Haven
HOW DO YOU MAKE THE WRONG GUY STOP BUT THE RIGHT GUY START
IS IT LIKE A BUTTON COMBO OR SOMETHING
LIKE OCARINA OF TIME
SONG OF TEXTS
Love how I try to do things like paint, but when I’m done with the canvas my feeling of accomplishment is wholly overwhelmed by my sadness that literally no one gives a fuck and there’s just no point to express myself or create. I have passion for stupid things, and I know I deserve to be alone.
I know, I know. I know.
I know.
The idea that I improve nothing is crushing. My breathing is reflex, living is innate. Nothing would be worse if I didn’t exist. Absolutely nothing. I’m human tofu, times new roman, only I suck and take and ask and consume. I have so much to give, but nothing that anyone I’d give it to would want.
Asked by Anonymous
Why is this note sent anon? That’s a nice note, whyfor you hide? There’s nothing offensive or overly personal in it. XD