i think ive learned the hard way that you dont really fall in love. you sink, like in quicksand. you dont notice it at first, but suddenly you find yourself knee deep in that person and everything they are. you cant struggle or fight it, and honestly, you really dont want to try because you know it’s a pointless effort. so you just lean back and try to figure out if your okay with breathing this person into your lungs once your feet touch the bottom.


catch a falling nugget put it in your pocket save it for a hungry day




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y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.

What the actual fuck