Cranberries and Troy

fake intimacy

This just fucked me up

phantomyouth:

i elect to give up on reality.  what fun is it to search for fantasy in your own world, when you can live through your computer screen?  a binary labyrinth with no minotaurs, no problems. your ego licked and kissed by zeros and ones; such passionate numbers.  more caring friends than you could hope to entertain on a sunny afternoon in your own backyard.  more approving lovers; lovers who will never fight, never cry.  lovers who will only send more bouquets of zeros and ones (such passionate numbers) your way.

there was a horse shaped cloud in the sky. it only caught my eye because i don’t smoke inside, and i had to excuse myself from this busy life for just a moment.

i forget what a person is like, i remember only instances.