do you ever have a really perfect daydream
but then it starts to hurt
because you realise you’ve filled it with all the things missing from your life and you’re suddenly hit with the fact that it’s not real
and instead of being a happy refuge from reality it becomes a reminder of the gaping holes in your heart that only fantasies can fill
when will my motivation return from war
It bothers me that the intelligence of animals is measured by how willing they are to obey the commands of a human.
same goes for students at schools
I just realized how fucked up that is wow.