I don’t remember what I had for breakfast
I don’t remember if I spoke to someone at the bus stop
Sometimes I forget how to tie my shoes
I don’t remember who I texted last
nor if I locked the back door before I left
Sometimes I forget people’s names if I don’t see them often enough
and sometimes I forget my order despite going over it 15 times in my head
I don’t remember today’s date
I don’t remember yesterday’s sunset
Where was I going with this?
I don’t remember
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
|—||Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via hqlines)|
introducing the new supervillain duo
( both are prompts from this generator ! !
"glossy pink hellhound. it is wet and dripping with algae. it robs banks and its partner in crime is the next fursona you generate"
"big pink chihuahua. it wears a neutral milk hotel t-shirt with red fishnets and nothing else. it wears a surgical mask" )
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I’m so scared that I’m falling apart again. It’s happening again. I’m losing the ability to function all over… is this what a relapse feels like? I hate it.
no i dont want to be a billionaire to live a lavish lifestyle i want to be a billionaire to be financially secure and have enough money to give people things and support charities and fund kickstarters and leave hundred dollar tips