REAL BAD JOB

i said that in my dream last night who even am i

It has been a month and things sound different and my arms don’t get hot and I would never let that happen again and in retrospect the only thing I can say about it is that I wish it had not happened and so I will not think about that anymore

scaryfog:

i worked at t b

fat men yelled at my trainee

chicken burrito 

It’s a queer life, for sure, but right now it’s all I have. Last night, around midnight, I heard somebody scratching on the thatch and then a female voice whispered, “when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” “That’s right!” I shouted. “I love you!” There was no reply. Only the sound of this vast and bottomless sea, which talks to me every night, and makes me smile in my sleep

Library All Nighter Pt. Deux: I have started to download the Sims and I am going to try to master telepathy with the boy next to me in order to successfully understand what he could possibly be thinking looking at porn and rubbing his dick through his pants

That voice - I will never, not for even one day, feel differently when I hear it. Most of the time I have no faith in those things. But it’s there! What a fucking relief

“[Desire] is the desire to find what we lack, our selves whole again, as we were before we encountered the Imaginary and the Symbolic. All our acts of identification are always acts of misidentification; it is never our selves that we recognize but only ever another potential image of ourselves.”