Happiness Kind Of Feels Like An Effervescent State Of Being That Is Endlessly Removed From Me

ive become convinced that bo burnam is a cryptid / god hybrid of chaos and morals.

True chaotic neutral.

He is the only god i would willingly bow to.

sometimes i see someone existing and i just get so happy that they do.

like a warm summer breeze and grass and cat fur and head thrown back in joy.

Lovely people are just my favourite

ah to be famous.

to leave my home to watch people pour out of their own houses and follow behind me.

To be the leader of a procession of my fans, all moving in sync.

None of them smile. They follow along behind me eyes unnaturally wide. People ahead join our procession regardless of if they know me or not. Some try to run away screaming. No one gets very far.

Ah fame. The best way to summon an army... an army who’s purpose is unknown. All we bring is chaos.

i felt bad about this acc then i read my own post and laughed so nvm it’s amazing

"you'll understand when you're older" is a song for early morning walks where it's a little bit chilly but you're not freezing because the sun is out

one day i make a post declaring thoughts struck down to me by gods

the next i wanna talk about how if i were a little hamster i would simply grab my little feet and roll everywhere like i were the hamster ball that tried to contain me.

nothing can hold me

do you ever realize that you have gone weeks without saying a word to anyone?

after you start talking it’s like everything is suddenly breathing again.

although sometimes i wonder

do i even remember how to speak?

I had a dream

someone I loved

had their heart ripped out.

We trusted the wrong person,

and they suffered for it.

I had a dream

i held them as they slept

praying for a pulse

head buried in their chest

I had a dream they shook awake

as if from a nightmare.

Their face said confusion

their eyes wild with panic

I had a dream I calmed them

Relief in my tears.

“You really were worried about me”

They said, weak smile on their lips.

I had a dream i held them in close

shaking in relief

their head on my chest

I slept

my cat his ears are so pointy but his heart is so full....

the original iafiap sounds like the title is true. the world is pointless, everythings fleeting and nothing matters.

the lovejoy version sounds almost mocking of the phrase. lifes not pointless. the little things arent so bad if you look at the bigger picture.